Free Jennifer and Rocket (The Princesses of Silicon Valley Book 6) by Anita Claire

against him while looking up at the sky, I try to identify the different constellations.
    Finally I tell Rocket, “I’m not sure about the mainland’s constellations. I’m not sure if you see a different part of the sky than what we see in Hawaii?” Lifting my hand up I point to a rhombus of stars to the east, “I think that’s Lyra and Vega.” Moving my hands to the middle of our field of vision, “that could be Aquia. I would need to pull out Google Sky if I wanted to know for sure.”
    My head rumbles from the vibration of his voice as he says, “We’re looking at an amazing sky.”
    After staring at the light show for a while, Rocket continues, “Lyra and Vega were associated with the myth of Orpheus , the musician who was killed by the Maenads, the female followers of Dionysus. After his death, Orpheus' lyre was thrown into the river; Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve the lyre and ordered both of them to be placed in the sky.”
    “Greek Mythology?” I question.
    “Yeah, as a kid I was really into Greek and Roman Mythology.”
    “You must be a fan of Percy Jackson and Jason Grace,” I say.
    “Who?”
    “A series of children's books based on Greek and Roman Mythology.”
    “Yeah, I missed that one.”
    We lay there for a few more minutes before Rocket starts talking again, “I think it’s amazing that some of the light we’re seeing now could have been generated thousands, if not millions, or billions, of years ago.”
    After another break, he continues, “Looking at the night sky has always been grounding to me. It makes me realize that everything going on in my life is trivial. Sometimes I need to put things in perspective.”
    “Your current art is about water. Have you ever used the night sky as inspiration?”
    “Not yet, but lying here with you, I find staring at the night sky to be very inspirational.”
    I’m not sure if he’s big with the sappy lines or being serious, probably a little of both. After lying on him for a little bit longer, I realize that even wearing Rocket’s coat, I’m getting cold and a little uncomfortable with the way we're laying.
    “Are you Okay?”
    He adjusts himself so we’re now both sitting up. “Yeah, but I liked having you here.”
    Rolling over so I’m now on my knees, I give him a soft kiss on his lips, then say, “Do you think we can head back?”
    He groans, stands up quickly, extending his hand to help me stand up. As we start moving down the hill, I hear Hartley’s tags jingling.
    “She’s been up here with us the whole time?” I question.
    “She’s been leaning with her head on my leg. She’s my shadow, following me wherever I go. That’s how she got her name.”
    “Hartley?”
    “The Hartleys lived next door to us. They had this kid, ‘Little Hartley’ who was always following me around.”
    “The kid's name was Little Hartley?”
    “The kid’s name was Jessica. But she was the littlest of all their kids, so I called her ‘Little Hartley.' She was always popping up at my house asking me questions or watching me work on a project. Kind of like this dog, who showed up one day and started following me around.”
    “Whatever happened to Little Hartley?”
    “I don’t know. She’s now in her 20s. I assume she’s out of college and found a guy of her own to follow around.”
    “How old are you?” I blurt out. Oh, Jennifer, can’t you try to be more diplomatic?
    “Thirty. And you?”
    “Twenty-four”
    “Yeah, I figured you were around that age,” he says.

Chapter 13 – A Drink with Kyle
Rocket
     
    Hoping Jennifer would spend the night, it became obvious she’s not yet ready. Feeling how tentative she is about me, I don’t want to push it. I’m enjoying slowly getting to know her. Anyway, I’m old enough to realize it’s better to wait.
    She tells me she’d like to drive up tomorrow to finish up her knife. After dropping her off at her car, I stare at the clock in my truck. It’s only ten thirty. I text my buddy,