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They’re all beautiful.

I’m not worried, though.

He has his arms crossed over his chest, and he looks like he’s trying to be professional without giving them any mixed signals that he might be into them.

I might be delusional, but that’s what it seems like to me.

I’m in so much trouble.

I like Malcolm a lot.

So freaking much.

Riser too.

And Kincaid.

A bead of sweat trickles down my back, and I bring a hand up to fan my face. Clubs are always hot, but this is kinda ridiculous. Sweating through my white dress would be crazy embarrassing.

“I’m thirsty,” I say, clearing my throat. “Can we get a drink?”

Riser nods. “You got it, beautiful.” His dark eyes sparkle, and my stomach flip-flops with giant butterflies.

He’s quieter and more reserved than Mal or Kincaid, but he’s every bit as dangerous.

Chapter Twenty-One

Riser

The bar is packed, but we get served pretty quickly once the fans start recognizing me. The bartenders work for tips. They don’t want the bar blocked with people who aren’t ordering.

The couch Lumen and I were on for a while is taken, so we stand at one of the high-top tables. I got multiple bottles of water, so everyone would be set for a while. One trip to the bar was plenty for me.

I’m just about to ask Lumen if she wants to dance when Parish and Tennyson saunter over.

“How many of these have you had?” Parish asks, plucking the fruity cocktail out of Lumen’s hand.

“That is my first,” she says, trying to grab it back. “And I barely got a single sip.”

“That’s a good thing.” Parish spins away, takes an obnoxiously long swig, and puts it down on the table.

“You can’t have what I’ve got if you’ve been drinking,” Tennyson says, chuckling darkly.

“And what’s that?” Malcolm asks, sliding up behind Lumen. His tattooed hands come to rest on her hips, and he smirks as she leans back against his chest. “Damn, baby doll. That dress is killing me.”

They’re a sexy image, and I fight the urge to pull out my phone to snap some pictures.

“Oh, you’re nice and sweaty,” she says, peeking up at him over her shoulder.

“I’m so fucking ready for winter.” Mal smirks. “All right, Ten. Fill us in. Whatcha got that’s making you grin like that?”

“You can call me the candy man,” Tennyson says, pulling something out of his pocket as he glances around. “My buddy special delivered these. He tested them out this past weekend and saved us enough that we’re going to have a real good night.” His thumb runs over the clear baggie, and just by sight, I can tell it’s molly.

My chest flutters with anticipation.

I don’t crave much.

I’ll do a line or smoke a blunt if it’s around, but I fucking love rolling. That love probably comes from the fact it made me forget how much my life sucked when I was still dealing with everything that went down with my ex. There was nothing like the old-school raves I used to go to back in the day with Andrew. Three hundred people packed into a warehouse, just as lit and loving life.