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He quirks a blond brow and grins. “If you’re going to lie, you should make sure it’s not an obvious one. Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to bite unless you beg me to.”

My eyes widen as my heart rate picks up.

Holy shit.

There’s no mistaking that.

He’s absolutely flirting with me.

I have no idea what to say, but I’m saved by Tennyson appearing at the table.

“Daddy splurged for the whole family,” he says, scooping out a handful of tokens. “Come on, you boring asses. Get up and have some fun. We need to leave here by eleven to make our call time at the door.” He winks, taking off before I can ask what that means.

Kincaid must know I’m clueless because he says, “VIP access at whatever club we’re going to after this. We coordinate ahead of time, so the club security can be ready to assist the label guys.”

He nods toward the two men who are splitting their attention between me and Kincaid and Tennyson and Parish. The other two guys that came in the SUV that followed the limo must be watching Riser and Mal.

“That makes sense.”

“Well, I wanted to be a gentleman and feed you in case Malcolm forgot, but you don’t seem very hungry,” Kincaid says, chuckling. “Me neither. Then again, I’ve never seen anyone who can eat all coked up. Well, outside of Mal, but he’s an enigma. Wanna play some games?”

He runs his fingers through my hair, and my heart races.

I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I like it.

Having one person focused on me is a lot when I’m not used to anyone paying me this much attention. Having Malcolm, Riser, and Kincaid taking turns checking on me is blowing my mind.

I’m confident that Malcolm has been flirting with me.

Is it possible that Kincaid is too?

I wondered if Riser was just checking on me for his friend, but after our talk about his ex cheating on him, it felt like the energy between us shifted.

Betas don’t end up in packs.

Okay, I mean they do occasionally, but they’re never treated like the coveted omega.

I bet a lot of them end up feeling like the third wheel.

Jeez.

You’re still young.

Stop acting like every relationship has the goal of being long term.

Maybe my subconscious is right.

I’m just coming out of a relationship. I can mess around and have fun while it lasts. If nothing else, when I’m old and gray, I’ll have a killer story about the year I toured with Liminal.

Chapter Twenty

Lumen

“It’s not just mini golf that I suck at,” I say, laughing.

My score on the side-by-side mini basketball game is abysmal compared to Kincaid’s.

“You landed a few.” He chuckles, bending down and putting a coin into my machine before moving behind me. “You were at an unfair disadvantage because of your height.”