Chapter 16
“Mr. Vasquez?”
He stopped at the sound of the girl’s voice, turning to see an elegant blonde hurry toward him out of the darkness. An expectant smile curved her mouth, and her pale eyes sparkled beneath the scant moonlight. In her hand was a copy of the poster advertising the show. His show. Owen returned her smile as soon as he noticed it.
“I saw you perform tonight,” she said. “A friend of mine told me I had to come see you, that you were utterly mesmerizing. And he was right.” A pen appeared from nowhere, and she thrust both toward him. “Will you sign this for me?”
“Sure.” He was still smiling as he took them, stooping to use his thigh as a hard surface upon which to write. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”