Chapter 58
Fallon
If two weeks ago anyone would have told me that lead singer of AD2, Alec Daniels, was going to be driving me to my house. I would have laughed in their face then stuttered out a jumble of words that made no sense.
But I was too angry to even speak.
So I stared at the really nice dashboard and wondered how many cows had to die to make all that leather.
The seats were comfortable.
And I was immediately set at ease when my feet kicked at a pack of size two diapers.
He may be a rockstar, but he wasn't a bachelor, as if I needed further proof, a huge car seat took up half of the space in the back, complete with one of those mommy mirrors and enough toys hanging from the handle that the poor child probably experienced sensory overload every single car ride.