The noise grows louder once they open the doors to let the first wave inside. Felix and Dev kick up the charm as the line begins cycling through. Like they needed any more between the effortless swagger and smooth grins.

But nothing compares to the magnetism of Adams North. The hunter green tee stretches over his chest and around his biceps, and he’s wearing black ripped jeans. Every inch of him pulls you in, his charisma a force of its own. He flashes irresistible smiles to balance the seductive angst always skimming his surface. All confidence and sex and a magic I can’t describe.

I’ve witnessed him hypnotize a packed stadium over and over, but the man is dangerous in an intimate setting. The entirety of his attention is not for the weak of heart. I would know. Mine’s felt pretty beaten into submission by Foster plenty of times.

All three seem at ease as the people and groups rush for their pictures and hugs, where the guys never actually touch the fans. I’m unsure the fans notice, but the band’s hands and arms always hover, not quite making contact with anyone outside of handshakes.

The screams resume after the last group finishes and the guys wave on their way to the back through the doorway. Felix shouts a, “We love you,” and I flinch at the decibel level spike.

“Fuck,” Nate hisses behind me, and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s shaking his head.

If the other moments of cries and screeching didn’t peak the audio, that one certainly did.

I expect the band to be gone already by the time I help Nate break down audio, but they’re still in the storeroom. Foster, Felix, and Dev are signing autographs for two store employees by the exit and posing for more pictures. Christian’s scowling, not at me, but it matches the glower on Colton.

“We need to go before it gets worse,” the security guard says. He swings his gaze to me and gestures toward the door with his chin. “One of the event security fucked up, and people flooded the alley. We’ve cleared space to our van, but the one you brought is in front. Safest bet is to drive out together.”

I nod. “Yeah. No problem.”

“Anton will take you back.” He glances at my crew. “Unless whoever drove here wants to avoid all the moving bodies?”

Nate shakes his head violently. “Fuck, no.”

His eyes dart to me, checking he answered correctly, and I subtly nod. The relief that flashes in his eyes—Glory pats him on the shoulder.

“We’ll load your crew, then the band,” Colton says, all business but not in the cold way from earlier. He’s just serious. “Your van has less room around it, but they shouldn’t cause an issue once they see who we’re bringing out.”