Exactly? Why? I shook my head and was about to ask her why she was acting mad, but she spoke first. “You’re only about to dump me for the hot celebrity look-alike that’s been stalking you for weeks. You’re only about to go have sex with her on an office table. You’re only about to crush me into a thousand pieces, and right after I exposed my chest to some jackass just to see you too!”

Kiera was fuming now, seething in anger, but I was so stunned, so confused, I had no idea what to respond to first. What the fuck was she talking about? Did she mean Lana? She thought that brief interaction was somehow me agreeing to go have sex with her? How the fuck did she get there? “Wait, you think…?” Before I could clarify my assumption, the last thing she’d said suddenly slammed into my brain, halting my train of thought. She exposed her…what? I had to have heard her wrong. “You did what to come see me?”

That was the wrong thing to focus on, and Kiera shoved me away from her and started storming off. I could practically see the hot, angry energy sizzling around her. Great. Way to calm her down. With a sigh, I swiftly grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and backed her into a nearby wall so she couldn’t run away on me. So she would listen. “I am not dumping you. I am not about to have sex with her. And I am not going to crush you.”

I stared at her unflinchingly until her furious breaths calmed to a more normal level. Pain in her eyes, she searched my face. “Then what…is going on?”

Seeing she was more level-headed, I released her shoulders and shook my head. “Well, what I was going to tell you, before you leapt to that wild conclusion, is…” I bit my lip, excited, nervous, anxious. “We got signed.” I nodded upstairs. “That’s Lana. She’s a rep from the record company. She’s been following the tour, examining the bands…and she wants to sign us to her label.” The weight of releasing that secret made me giddy. The fact that I was still here, that I hadn’t woken up from some crazy dream made me damn-near delirious. I laughed, venting some of the energy, the disbelief. “We’re going to have a record, Kiera, an actual, professional record…Can you believe it?”

Kiera’s mouth dropped open, the green in her eyes deepening as they moistened. She looked amazed, happy, stunned…and still a little annoyed. She shoved my shoulders back, making me back up a step. “Why didn’t you tell me you were being scouted, jackass!”