The Christmas Collector Page 12
Except for the woman. She swept passed Shan, picked up the dropped coin, and tenderly curled it into his hand. “You’ve got real talent, sweet lad. Don’t let it go to waste.” She gave him a smile that seemed heavy to wear before returning to the man in flannel, a fresh giggle in her voice.
That was when it dawned on Shan that he wasn’t the only actor in the room.