Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star by Heather Lynn Rigaud Read Free Book Online

Charlotte that told her Charlotte felt it too. Years worth of dreams were coming true.
    “There’s something else, girls,” Alex said softly. “On Thursday we will be shooting footage for a video.”
    “What!?!”
    “The label is putting ‘Everything You Are’ into heavy rotation, and they are going to rush a video together.” He smiled happily. “They believe that with the increased exposure of the tour, you are going to be getting a lot more attention to your songs.”
    “What kind of video?” Jane asked.
    “It’s just going to be a simple performance shoot from the rehearsal,” Caroline answered. “They want something fast, and you all are pretty enough you don’t need any fancy gimmicks.”
    “I always knew my girls would be famous!” Elizabeth cringed as she heard her mother’s voice from the doorway. Chance would have it that she had been looking at Darcy when her mother spoke. “Are you ready for dinner?”
    Caroline looked over at Alex, who nodded, and turned to Mrs. Bennet. “Yes, I think we are pretty much done here.”
    Francine Bennet was an attractive woman in her late forties. She was very proud of all of her children and had no problem showing it. Without stopping her monologue on the natural talents and gifts of Jane and Elizabeth, Mrs. Bennet led her guests into the large dining room she had designed and had built many years ago to accommodate her love of entertaining. The long rectangular table had been fully extended to seat all the Bennets and their guests. Elizabeth wasn’t surprised to see Charles sitting next to Jane but was surprised to see Darcy directly to her left.
    “Thank you so much for making the potato salad, Caroline,” Jane said graciously as she passed the serving dishes.
    “You made potato salad?” Darcy dryly asked the woman sitting to his left.
    “Of course, Darcy. It’s a barbecue,” she replied lightly. “Don’t you think I can cook?”
    Darcy shrugged indifferently.
    “Caroline, can I put the tour dates on the band’s web page?” Elizabeth asked.
    “Of course,” Caroline nodded.
    “You manage your band’s website?” Darcy asked quietly.
    “I created it,” Elizabeth answered easily.
    “Elizabeth has a degree in software design,” Jane explained pleasantly.
    “Did you see all those new web pages up about us?” Charlotte asked excitedly.
    The sisters all laughed as they acknowledged they had. “My favorite is ‘10 Reasons to Hate Long Borne Suffering,’” Elizabeth smiled wickedly.
    “I saw that!” Charlotte exclaimed. “Reason number ten is Jane’s hair!”
    Jane winkled her nose and turned, grinning, to her neighbor. “You’re reason number two, Charles.”
    Bingley laughed. “That’s not too bad. Where’s Darcy?”
    “Number one.”
    Darcy smiled in a distinctly satisfied way while Caroline quipped, “The power of those Darcy fans. You gotta love it.”
    “Will,” Lydia spoke up, her voice louder than it needed to be. “Are any of the rumors about you true?”
    Elizabeth couldn’t believe her ears. She looked down at her plate and hoped that Lydia would realize how rude she was being and stop.
    “What rumors are those?” Darcy asked slowly, his eyes unfriendly.
    Any other person there would have backed down, but Lydia was blessed with an unfortunate mixture of presumption and cluelessness that enabled her to completely ignore all the signals Darcy was giving off.
    “Like, is it true that you have a private chef on tour with you?”
    Jane caught Elizabeth’s eye, and they silently breathed a sigh of relief that the question had been so safe.
    “No, I don’t have a private chef on tour with me,” Darcy answered, his voice short.
    Kitty, never one to be outdone by Lydia, followed up boldly, “What about the masseuse?”
    “You have a masseuse, Will?” Charles teased. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
    Darcy lifted one side of his mouth in dark amusement and shook his head. “No masseuse. And before you ask,