Maybe next time
"Sabrina doesn't need love. She has worldwide fame as a brilliant concert violinist, houses on three continents, and endlessly available women for company. Nothing can shake her--except the memory of her very first love. "I hate that thing!" It was Jorie who shouted those words about the only constant in Sabrina's life--her violin. Jorie, her childhood love. Her true love. After relinquishing all hope of a life with Jorie, Sabrina immersed herself in the music and the violin that Jorie hated--blind to everyone and everything, including the unhappiness that was leading her down the path of destruction. Sidelined at the pinnacle of her career due to a nagging wrist injury, Sabrina finally finds the one woman who could free her from the memory of those magical Hawaiian nights with Jorie. Except that this time, Diana, the object of Sabrina's desire, is deeply in love with Pam, her partner of eighteen years.."--Jacket.