CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE – A MORE PRIVATE UNVEILING

Gordon accepted the proffered grip, their massive hands engulfing one another in a fraternal show of solidarity. "I certainly hope not," he sighed, reaching up to tousle his already wind-tossed hair. "But I suppose there's only one way to find out." He glanced over at Jasmine then, dark eyes unreadable as he jerked his chin in the direction of the gallery's discreet exit. "Well? Shall we untangle this disaster of yours once and for all?" Shooting Mike a quelling glance when he made to follow, Jasmine fell into step as Gordon steered them away from the curious throngs still milling in confused silence. She could feel the weight of countless stares boring into her back, an insistent, prickling awareness that lingered like invisible scrutiny until they'd rounded the corner and took the first left towards the VIP lounge. What fresh hell awaited her now, she had no earthly clue. But if Gordon's thunderous expression and the rigidly tense set of his shoulders were any indication, it certa