His grin was pure mischief. “It seemed fitting to show my support. I take it you approve?”

“I not only approve, but herby motion to make all Saturday nights casual wear.”

He chuckled at that, stepped away enough to capture her hand in his and motioned the men toward the loading door. “Come. We’ll introduce you to everyone, then give you time to familiarize yourself with the stadium.”

Her guards fell in on either side of them, each one carrying one of her equipment bags. Shadows surrounded them the minute the door banged shut, only laughter from somewhere beyond, shouts from the roadies hustling in all directions and the low murmur of the crowd in the arena filling the void.

Kir unerringly found his way past stacks of black boxes meant for heavy traveling and down a long hallway with a closed door at the end. The light when he opened it was blinding, but the cheerful greetings that welcomed them even more overwhelming. Bit by bit, her eyes adjusted to the posh backstage lounge with its bold décor—gold walls, elegant black moldings, cougar print carpets and crushed velvet gold and black settees and sofas.

The real eye-opener in the room, though, were all the people smiling at her with even more laughter in their eyes.

Kir splayed his hand low on her back and addressed the group at large. “Everyone, my fiancée, Cassie McClintock.”

Cassie wiped her suddenly sweaty hands on her hips. “Wow. Kir said I was going to get to meet more of the family. I didn’t think I’d get to meet all of them.”

And by all, it appeared the women weren’t the only ones who’d made the trip, but their men as well.

One of the women chuckled and strode her direction. She might have been older than the other women in attendance, but with glamorous silver hair halfway down her back and a lithe, graceful body, Cassie bet she could still crook her finger and draw any number of willing men to her side. Rather than offer a handshake, she wrapped Cassie up and gave her a hug. “We don’t normally travel en masse, but it’s Lizzy’s last show until she drops another album, so we figured we’d all fly in for the event.”

She backed away, but kept one hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “I’m Ninette.” She motioned to a man with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, a goatee and nearly black eyes in the corner. Unlike Kir, he seemed the type who’d been born wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

“That’s my boy Jace.” She hooked her arm in Cassie’s and guided her toward him. “Next to him is his wife, Viv.”

Cassie nodded and started to say hello, but Ninette kept going, introducing every couple in the room. Trevor, who seemed to be the down-home country boy type, his wife Natalie and their son, Levi. Knox and Darya, who she’d heard a ton about from Kir and Sergei. Beckett and Gia, who seemed to be equal parts gorgeous and badass. And finally, Zeke and Gabe, who looked like they could be the poster children for an all-American perfect couple.