Beside him, Alicia grinned. ‘It’ll be all right on the night,’ she muttered, sotto voce. ‘At least we’ve ironed out the problems in the play; missed cues, spotlights that don’t work, and all the rest of it are just technical hitches, aren’t they?’ Jared leaned one arm along the back of her chair. ‘So that’s the way it is?’ he drawled. ‘My play’s all right, so all the nitty-gritty little problems are your headache!’ Alicia laughed, but was acutely aware of his every movement. The way his T-shirt clung to his muscles and fluttered at the neck with every breath he took. The scent of his aftershave. The touch of his breath on her cheek. Since that kiss in the punt, she seemed to feel uneasy whenever Jared was around. ‘Right, you lot can go,’ Jared called. ‘We’ll go for a full dress rehearsal tomorrow. Props! Did you hear that?’ From the colourful language that filtered back to him, he assumed Props had heard all right. Alicia grinned as the room emptied.
