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“Nope,” Ten says.

“Nah.” Parish shakes his head. “I like Lumen. She’s not bothering me.”

“You always do a great job of settling the press,” Riser says. “We need some time to see where her head is at. Our official statement is that we have no comment at the moment.”

“That will only make them more feral for information,” Benji says.

“Then so be it, but we’re not going to push her into making a public announcement,” I tell him unapologetically. “We’re especially not going to pressure her to lie by saying we’re in a relationship.”

“She legally can’t say anything, anyway,” Kincaid points out. “Not unless you bring her an amended contract.”

“She signed the same business-related NDA that we gave Tangled Desires,” Benji says with a huff. “It covers trade secrets, any insider information about Ruined Records’ business dealings, upcoming shows, and songs that haven’t been announced, as well as your personal routines. Broad language has proven to invalidate a nondisclosure agreement, so we keep them situation-specific. Nothing in the version she signed would prevent her from telling the press about your personal relationships. It’s set up to protect the record label and any intellectual property.”

“Bring me a copy of it tomorrow,” Kincaid says. “I want to check it over.”

“You guys get more intolerable with age. I’m leaving.” Benji huffs. “If you’d like my professional advice, I recommend you stay in tonight. Don’t give the press any more fuel for the fire.”

I chuckle.

That’s not going to happen.

I have mine and Lumen’s first date planned.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to quietly court the fuck out of her.

I should probably eventually ask about her designation.

Honestly, though?

I’m going to pursue her if she’s a beta or an omega.

Chapter Nineteen

Lumen

Being packed into the back of a limo with Liminal is surreal. They’re dressed to the nines. I mean, they’re not in tuxedos or anything, but they look like fancy rock gods.

I wore a white dress with lace around the arms, hem, and cups. It’s tight around my chest and flows out afterward, falling a few inches down my thighs. I paired it with a chunky dark-gray cardigan that I keep off my shoulders. I brought it in case I get cold, but I’m considering peeling it off.

The limo has air conditioning, and it’s doing a solid job. I just would rather not risk getting sweaty while surrounded by a bunch of guys I barely know.

I could never muster being embarrassed around Theo’s bandmates, but that’s probably because I knew them long before they were famous. I wonder sometimes if how I feel around Liminal is how the fans feel when they meet Theo and the guys from Tangled Desires.

It’s probably comparable.

My dress isn’t fancy compared to some of the clothes I brought on tour, but I feel cute.

I wore a pair of short, dark-gray open-toe heels that complete the outfit. Hopefully it’s versatile enough to fit in whether we’re going out to eat or to a club. Where exactly we’re going to end up, I have no idea.

Mal told me it was a surprise, but he also warned me not to go too overboard with stilettos or boots.

I almost asked if we were going bowling.

That would be a nightmare.

I’m not a bowler.

Also, my dress is so short that I will flash everyone my ass every time I throw the ball.