“Don’t know what you’re so excited about,” she commented to the girls who were still gushing. “I’ve heard him play better.”
“I was a bit distracted tonight,” Patrick said, looking over the girls’ heads to meet her eyes. He wasn’t giving them any encouragement, but they were not going to be dissuaded. Finally, he took the pens and CDs they were fluttering in his face and absently scribbled his name. They seemed content with that and scurried away, leaving him alone with Cass. “Maybe I should have told them I’m not a regular member of the band and my autograph is worthless.”
“Nah. I’ve seen your handwriting. Nobody’s going to be able to read it anyway.”
“That’s a good point. So maybe it’s not a complete loss for them.” He paused, waiting for Cass to volunteer something—anything. “Do you w
