I gave her a squeeze. “And was I being good?” I playfully asked. I already knew I was…since I wasn’t doing anything, but I wanted to know that Kiera knew that. Although…she’d been pretty quick to assume I was doing stuff with Lana. Had she been worrying about her?

Kiera opened and closed her mouth, making noises but no words. My brows bunched as a weird feeling started settling around me. She had been worrying about her. She’d thought I was messing around with Lana…she’d actually thought that. How long had she thought that? Why didn’t she say anything to me before? I would have told her if she’d asked. That I wouldn’t have lied about.

I wanted to ask her, wanted to find out why she hadn’t talked to me, but before I could, Griffin and Anna came into view. They looked disheveled…and satisfied. Great. I was going to hear about this visit for weeks. As much as Griffin might experiment with other girls…and the occasional, unintentional guy…Anna was his preferred dalliance. That much was obvious. To everyone but Griffin.

I nodded a greeting to Anna; she just smiled at me as she fixed her clothes. “Kell,” Griffin murmured, looking a little dazed. “How much time ‘til we’re up? I wanna…leave.”

Grinning, I shook my head. “Sorry, you can’t. We gotta go do something.”

He tilted his head, looking both confused and disappointed. He wouldn’t be for long. “Do what?” he whined.

Smacking his shoulder, I told him, “Sign a contract for a record deal.”

He just stared at me blankly, like I’d spoken a foreign language. Letting out a laugh, I quickly explained about Lana and the label, and the killer deal she’d worked out for us, and how we needed to go upstairs to sign the paperwork. When he finally understood, his mouth dropped open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s legit. We did it, man. We fucking did it.”

He started jumping up and down, laughing, screaming. The joy on his face made all the stress I’d been feeling lately totally worth it. Anna screamed and celebrated with him, her exuberance matching his. She congratulated both of us, and Griffin squeezed her so hard I was sure he was hurting her. Pulling away, he twisted back to me. “Have you told Matt yet?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven’t found him yet. I think he’s going over music with Evan somewhere.”

Griffin nodded, then he patted my shoulder. “I’m gonna go find them. We’ll meet you up there, man!” And then he was gone.