His other hand raked through his hair in a careless gesture, which Jill found effortlessly sensual even in this moment of obvious agitation. His gaze darted to Olivia, and his body stiffened. With a deliberate movement, he set down his baton and waited as the orchestra shuffled out. The regal Adrienne sailed back into the rehearsal room, moving against the orchestra members like a salmon swimming upstream, and inserted herself between Gavin and Jill. “Gavin, we have to talk. For heaven’s sakes, what were you thinking inviting” she broke off, pointing to Olivia and Jill. “We’re already too far behind schedule.” Gavin’s eyes flashed and he pointed to the door. “Not now, Adrienne.” He turned to Jill and Olivia. “You’re here? But why would you—why did you come here?” He glanced at his watch and swallowed hard. “I hadn’t realized the time.” “But, Gavin” “Dammit, Adrienne, I said later.” Turning to Jill, he said, “I’m sorry we ran long. That must be why you would come here…looking for me.”
