She usually loved these quiet Sunday evenings. She could relax, plan for the next week and practice her flute. But tonight the silence seemed to press in around her, leaving her feeling anxious and restless. She’d taken her flute out an hour ago but then wandered back into the kitchen, alphabetized her spices, straightened all the items in her pantry and rearranged her utensil drawer. Why couldn’t she settle down and focus on her music? She strode over to the end table and picked up her flute. As she raised it to her lips, memories from Cam and Rachel’s wedding came rushing back. She’d loved playing for them. After the ceremony, Rachel had thanked her with tears in her eyes. Everything about the wedding had been perfect—the flowers, the dresses, the ceremony, the reception. But the highlight for Adrie had been dancing with Ross. Even now, the memory of his warm hand on her back as he guided her through each turn made her stomach flutter.
