“Are you…putting out an album soon?” another one of the girls asked. “I’d love to…listen to you at home.” She bit her lip, and the girls around her giggled. I was pretty sure they would all love to do a lot more than listen to me at home. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t be able to do anything with me at home.

“Matt’s working on getting us a demo CD, but I don’t know when…or if…they’ll be available for fans to purchase. You’ll have to come to Pete’s to listen to us.”

They all giggled again at that. “Oh, we will. We go there all the time.”

I nodded, like I knew that, but if they had been at a show, their faces weren’t registering with me. I saw a lot of people though, so that wasn’t too surprising. “Good,” I told them. “We appreciate the support.”

A tall, leggy brunette raised an eyebrow. “We don’t mean to be forward, but could you settle a debate for us?”

My lips quirked into a half-smile. “What sort of debate?”

She chewed on her lip before answering me. “Well…we’ve been wondering if you were single or not.”

Before I could answer, one of her friends chimed in with, “And if you aren’t single, how do we convince you to become single…for a night or two at least?”

They all started tittering. Laughing at the nature of their debate, I turned my head and spotted the answer to their question walking our way. Sorry, girls, I have no intention of becoming single anytime soon. Or ever again. My smile grew as I watched Kiera getting closer, but the good feelings faded as I noticed the look on her face. It was contained fury, like she was restraining herself from punching something. Or someone.

The girls around me were still giggling over their question, and Kiera had to elbow her way through them to get to me. That got her a few heated looks, but she wasn’t paying attention to them—her fiery eyes were on me. Shit. Was she mad at me? I was pretty sure I hadn’t done anything to incur her wrath. Recently.

But she was definitely mad. “Let’s go,” she snapped.

Nodding, still confused, I opened the passenger’s door for her. Shutting it, I turned back to the girls; some of them were glaring at Kiera. I didn’t know if that was because she had bullied her way through them, or because she was sitting in my car. Wanting to smooth things over, I told them, “I’m sorry, but I have to go. It was nice meeting you all.”