Rock God (Hearts of Metal Book 3) by Brooklyn Ann Page A

commented, curiosity building about her past. “Why didn’t you go to her when—?”
    “Because she’s all the way in New York, for one thing,” Shayna cut him off. “For another, I’ve only met her in person once, so that would be awkward. Seriously, can you please let me have some privacy?”
    No doubt her husband’s cold response had cut her deeply. There was something off in her tone, aside from her annoyance with his intrusion on her correspondence, which of course he really shouldn’t have done. A surge of guilt washed over him. “Okay, well, I’ll leave you alone for now and see what Rosa’s making for dinner.”
    Leaving her side was almost a mistake. The second he entered the kitchen, Rosa treated him to one of her signature scoldings.
    “She is much too skinny,” the housekeeper began, as if it were his fault. “And she would not rest like I told her. She said you told her she could read in the library.”
    That wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but Dante knew if he told Rosa that she would mother Shayna even worse. The housekeeper might be the best he’d ever had, but damn, she could be a busybody—which was probably why she got along so well with him. They had that in common. But that didn’t mean they needed to double-team their guest.
    “I want Shayna to be comfortable here, Rosa,” he said carefully. “And I will make sure that she eats a big dinner.”
    “What am I to do?” the housekeeper continued. “You leave me alone with this injured woman, with only a note telling about her…and a large grocery list.”
    “And a large bonus check to cover the inconvenience,” he reminded her.
    “ Si ,” Rosa said with a smile and returned to the stove. It smelled like her enchiladas. She couldn’t be too upset if she was making one of her best dishes.
    But then she moved on to a new topic. “She says she is divorced. Do you know why?”
    “Her husband is a stupid, philandering jackass.”
    He regretted the words the minute they left his mouth, for Rosa’s broad grin made him cringe almost as much as her words. “You need a new wife, Señor Deity. Just because your last one did not appreciate you, doesn’t mean you should give up. You do not philander. You have not had a woman here since your wife left. And Senorita Shayna is very pretty. Maybe—”
    “She is a project, Rosa,” Dante cut her off. “She will leave when she is well…although that will be longer than a week.”
    The housekeeper chuckled as he left the kitchen, and he fought off the ridiculous notion that he was fleeing her.
    As he passed his office again, he heard the rapid clicking of computer keys as Shayna answered her emails. Damn, that woman could type fast. He wondered if she’d picked up any other skills while being a housewife.
    Maybe he could hire her to answer his fan mail, or be something of a secretary.
    Dante immediately rejected that idea with a frown. No, her aura of innocence made him want to keep her away from the music business.
    Still, his mind spun, and his nerves jumped for something to do. Besides meetings with the record company and a few interviews, there was nothing to occupy him for the next few weeks until his band joined him for work on the new album. This ennui always drove him mad. He was the kind of person who needed to be doing something all the time—which was probably why his marriage had failed, Dante reminded himself with a sneer in Rosa’s direction. Then he wandered upstairs. A wife was the last thing he needed.
    Shayna’s bedroom door hung open, and the sight of the shopping bags strewn across her bed assaulted Dante’s sense of organization. He just couldn’t stand it when everything wasn’t in its place. The irony made him shake his head with a rueful smile: Last night he’d worried that Shayna was a clean freak. Then again, it wouldn’t be good for her to be on her feet so long to sort through all this stuff…
    For the next few minutes he occupied himself putting the