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Glancing out the window, I head to the register and frown.

There are several small clusters of people peeking through the front window. We have no authority to shut down this store, but I’m guessing they don’t know that. They probably don’t want to deal with the bodyguards.

Dammit.

Here’s hoping Lumen doesn’t get freaked out when we walk out and get mobbed by fans. If that doesn’t scare her away, seeing pictures of herself shopping might.

Fuck, man.

Sometimes I really hate this side of being famous.

Chapter Thirty

Lumen

The number of bags the security team helps carry out of the clothing store is excessive. I didn’t get to see what was in the first few bags, but hopefully some of that over three thousand dollars in clothes was for himself.

Kincaid mentioned he wanted to buy the cutoff shirt for Mal, so that’s at least something that wasn’t spent on me.

All thoughts of obsessing about money disappear as we step outside into a crush of fans.

They don’t seem to be members of the paparazzi. The crowd is mostly filled with beautiful women around my age. Kincaid apparently knew this was coming, and that’s why he handed off all our purchases to the security team. He keeps me close to his side, pulling a black permanent marker from somewhere.

Damn.

Does he have to carry those around everywhere he goes?

“I’m happy to do a couple quick autographs,” he says, keeping his tone polite but firm. “I can’t do personalizations at the moment.”

A woman shoves a printed picture at him and says, “Can you sign this? Can I get a picture?”

“Do you want a picture of me signing it? Or do you want a photo with me after?” Kincaid asks.

“A picture with you.” She pulls out her phone as he signs. The next thing I know, she’s shoving it at me. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” I take the device and make sure she gets a couple pictures.

Kincaid moves down the line, staying focused, but it doesn’t seem to help. No matter how many pictures he takes or autographs that he signs, more people keep popping up.

“Is that your girlfriend?” a woman around my age asks, resting her cheek against Kincaid’s chest as she smiles seductively, taking multiple selfies with him.

If I wasn’t here watching the whole thing go down, and I saw those pictures, I would most likely assume that they were much better acquainted than they actually are.

I file that away just in case.

I don’t want to let what happened with Theo destroy my ability to trust anyone else, and I hate the idea of accidentally taking my trauma out on any of them.

“That’s a work in progress on my part, but I’m doing my best to win her over.” Kincaid chuckles, stepping away from the woman. “I’ve got a show here in town tonight. I’m sorry. No more pictures. No more autographs.”

The bodyguard closest to Kincaid steps between him and the women, holding up a forearm as the other clears a path for us to move forward.

It’s crazy how fast the fans swarmed. I’m not sure how we would have handled this if the security team hadn’t been with us.

The next clothing store has more options that work for Kincaid. He jokes he got his fashion show in the first store, and I get mine in the second.

The way he fills out a pair of jeans is sexy as fuck, and I only objectify him a little.

Okay, a lot.