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Libby paid no notice. It was the girl who captured her attention.
    The girl’s smile was electric. She peeked up at her uncle and he nodded. She hurried over, clutching her book to her chest. In front of the table she paused as she looked between the pile of new books waiting to be purchased and the one in her hand. “Uncle Adrian already bought me the book,” she said.
    “Then your Uncle Adrian was clever to get in early,” Libby said, reaching out her hand for the book with her sore right hand. As she closed it around the book, it cramped and the book fell to the ground. “Oops, sorry.” She wrapped the useless cold pack around her hand as the girl picked up the book.
    “What did you do to your hand?” the girl asked as she placed the book in front of Libby.
    “Oh, I hurt it last night,” Libby answered as she passed the girl the blank notebook. “Could you write your name down there for me?” She gazed up at the uncle. He was staring at her hand, his mouth slightly ajar. Libby shifted in her chair and his intense brown eyes met hers. Her heart jolted. He looked slightly horrified, though much friendlier than the cheetah last night.
    Though he barely resembled the rock star, Libby was sure it was him. “Hello, Kent.”
    The surprise was a shooting star across his face.
    “You recognized him!” the girl said as she handed back the notebook. “No one does when he’s not in costume.”
    Libby took the notebook and checked the name. “I met him last night, Kate.” But this man was nothing like the one she’d met yesterday.
    He hesitated and then held out his hand. “When I’m not in costume I’m Adrian.”
    Libby gingerly took it.
    He held her hand gently, his touch warm and his eyes narrow as he examined it. A flutter started in her stomach as his thumb gently ran over the tender area. When he let go, his eyes asked the question.
    She nodded slightly – yes, he had done it last night – and turned her attention back to Kate.
    “I was so upset when he told me he’d met you, he made sure we came today, even though it meant we had to leave rehearsal early. George was fit to be tied, wasn’t he, Uncle Ade?” Kate’s enthusiasm ran on like only a child’s could.
    Adrian smiled down at his niece. “He sure was.”
    Kate laughed. “He’s such a grump. Especially since Emily quit.”
    He compressed his lips and hummed an agreement.
    Obviously a sore topic.
    “I see you’ve started reading the book,” Libby said to Kate, touching the bookmark. “Where are you up to?”
    “The bit where they’ve arrived at the camp. I’m not sure whether they’re goodies or baddies.”
    “Which way are you leaning?” Libby gripped the pen and wrote in the front of the book.
    “Baddies,” Kate said decisively.
    Libby raised her eyebrows. “Interesting.”
    “Am I right?”
    Libby handed back the book. “You’ll have to keep reading to find out.”
    Kate gave a playful pout. “Awww.”
    “I’d hate to ruin the story,” Libby said as she packed her pens away.
    “Kate, why don’t you have a look around for a book to buy before we leave?” Adrian said.
    Kate stuck her bottom lip further out. “I was chatting with Libby.”
    “I need to talk to her about the show last night. You can come back and chat after you’ve found a book.”
    Kate sighed. “All right.” She turned to Libby. “Please don’t go before I say goodbye.”
    Charmed, Libby answered, “I won’t.”
    When Kate had left, Adrian turned to Libby. “Are you finished now?”
    “Yes.” She was dying for some painkillers and a coffee. She retrieved her bag from the ground.
    Adrian shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m sorry about your hand. I didn’t get a chance to thank you last night for what you did.” There was no trace of the arrogant rock star in his demeanor now. If anything he was bashful, almost shy. The contrast was intriguing. This was a man Libby could see writing the song he sang last night.
    Libby waved a hand. “I