Wide smile on his face, Griffin nodded his head at me. “Save your breath, cutie. He’s dick-deep in some girl back home. Won’t even consider cheating on her.” He rolled his eyes at me, then his grin returned as he looked the girl up and down. “Me, however, I have no such restrictions. I also have a bed, right back there.”

He pointed down the hallway, and the girl followed his finger. She looked back at me with a clear pout on her face. Grinning, I shrugged. “He’s right. I’m not gonna sleep with you.”

She sighed, then looked back at Griffin. Eyebrow raised, he splayed his fingers, waiting for her answer. She sighed again, then said, “All right…fine, let’s go.”

Griffin slapped the table, then swept her away to his bedroom. Thank God, potential angry confrontation averted. Damn, I can’t believe I actually owe Griffin one. Who knew having him around could be helpful?

While Griffin entertained our “guest,” I called Kiera. I never mentioned the girls that hovered around the bands. I didn’t want her to unnecessarily worry about them, and I knew she would. But their presence was inconsequential to me—it didn’t change how I felt about her, how dedicated I was to her. They could all be dancing around me naked, and I’d barely notice.

A small part of me wondered if Kiera knew about the girls though, if she’d heard anything in the background while we’d talked. If she had, and if she wondered why they were always around, she never brought it up. It made me happy that she didn’t, it made me feel like she actually did trust me. And she should. Those girls…they weren’t on my radar. Not even the ones who bluntly propositioned me. Kiera was the only thing in front of me, around me, behind me…she was everywhere, she was everything.

We got to our next stop early the next morning. Well, it was early for most of the guys. I’d been up for hours. Groggy and sleepy, they stumbled out of the buses and blinked at the sun like they’d never seen it before. While Griffin leaned on Matt, I noticed one of the crew escorting Griffin’s “date” to a nearby cab. None of the other guys looked her way, which…kind of made me feel bad for her. But I had a feeling if I waved or acknowledged her in any way, she’d show up on our bus again, and I’d have to have that awkward conversation again. And I doubted Griffin could get me out of it twice. So, I ignored her, just like everybody else.