Dean glanced around at the men and women filling the room. Despite the lively atmosphere, he barely knew anyone.
Oh, he recognized the stars, of course, but they were not familiar with him.
Dean had no intention of getting involved in Hollywood's gossip circles, so he didn't try to get chummy with anyone.
Valentine was resting in the hotel, and Anna hadn't come along, so Dean simply grabbed a glass of drink and headed straight for his destination.
However, just as he was about to reach the balcony, a short figure blocked his path.
"Mr. Price?" The man was not tall, around his fifties. He wore an Italian dark suit, and most of his hair had turned gray.
"I'm sorry, sir, you are...?" Dean had to stop in his tracks. This really wasn't a good time.
"Eric Pryszka." The man held a drink in one hand and extended the other for a simple introduction.
"Dean Price." Although he didn't recognize him, Dean responded politely.
