Finding an open door to my left, I dart inside. The ballroom is void of people, set up for an event. Pink curtains hang from the walls as tables are set with place settings and flowers.
I should be going back and getting ready to finish my performance, but right now, I need a minute.
The door closes behind me as the air shifts.
A minute I won’t be getting.
I can’t bring myself to turn around and look at the man that consumes my every thought, not just tonight but for the last few months.
“Quinn?”
This time, it comes out as a question.
Sucking in a deep breath, I try to quell the raging nerves as I turn around. I’ve never been more nervous in my life.
Not the first time I took the stage. Not the first time I played before a sold-out crowd.
Turning around and looking Jasper in the eyes for the first time—knowing that he knows who I am—has my stomach swooping down near my feet.
Those beautiful brown eyes are staring at me like they know every bit of my soul.
“Quinn.”
It’s just my name again as he closes the distance between us. Our toes touch. In my heels, I’m almost at eye level with him.
I drink my fill of this sexy man standing before me. In a tux, he looks even more handsome than I thought possible. Jasper in his hockey uniform? Sexy.
In a tux?
I bite my lip to keep my groan from escaping.
It’s the biggest turn-on that has my panties going up in flames.
“Jasper.”
He smiles, resting a hand on my waist. His thumb brushes over the exposed skin on my side.
“Say it again,” he whispers.
“Jasper.”
“Fuck, Quinn.” His breath ghosts my lips. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say my name?”
I smile. “A while, I’m guessing.”
Jasper’s strong hand cups my cheek. “Yeah. A while.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“For not telling me who you are?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“I mean, would I have believed you if you said you were Genevieve?”
