Jules scrunched her nose. “We were eighteen. We definitely never considered that option.”
“It’s never had any appeal for me,” Sophie told her. “Too many people. Too many diapers. Just a big nope all around.”
Now it was Jules’s turn to laugh. “I’m glad I did it, but now I’m really glad to be in here, where it’s warm, and we have drinks and music and bathrooms.”
“A definite upgrade,” Sophie agreed. “Want to go take a peek?”
With a nod, Jules led the way, weaving between people toward the windows that ringed the restaurant, which Sophie now realized was slowly rotating.Whoa.She sipped her drink as they edged closer to the glass. As another couple walked away, she and Jules stepped quickly into their place.
“Okay, this is amazing.” Sophie gazed out at the city. Currently, they faced the Hudson River—the opposite direction of Times Square—but all they had to do was stand here and wait for their view to change.
“This has got to be the best view in the city,” Jules said, the reflection of the city sparkling in her eyes.
“I knowIhave the best view,” Sophie said, allowing her gaze to roam from Jules’s face over the tight black top that highlighted the swell of her breasts to the silver pants that hugged her hips, all the way down to her black leather boots.
Jules scoffed, tossing an amused glance at Sophie as she sipped her champagne.
“I wasn’t joking,” Sophie told her. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Jules said, cheeks darkening with a blush. “So do you.”
Sophie wasn’t going to argue with her, but she had on a black blouse and pants, nothing even remotely interesting. She’d already caught several men checking Jules out, and it made her want to move in possessively, to wrap an arm around Jules’s waist and kiss her in front of this room full of people.
Jules’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, drawing Sophie’s attention to her mouth. They clasped their free hands, leaning subtly closer, helplessly drawn by the magnetic pull between them.
“Julia!” a man’s voice called, and Jules straightened as her gaze darted toward the bar, a tight smile replacing the languid one she’d just given Sophie.
Sophie turned to see Timothy Rollins, a prominent Broadway actor, walking toward them.
* * *
Jules feltSophie’s hand slide out of her grasp, and everything inside her that had been warm went cold in its absence, even though she was the one who had set the parameters for tonight. “Tim, how are you?” she asked as he reached them.
“I’m fabulous.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek in greeting. “And yourself?”
“Great,” she told him, imagining Sophie bristling beside her, although in this instance, she had nothing to be jealous of. Jules and Tim had never dated. She wasn’t even sure he was straight. He was just an affectionate guy.
“Glad to hear it,” he said before transferring his gaze to Sophie. He held out a hand. “Timothy Rollins.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sophie told him politely. “Sophie Rindell.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Jules and I met years ago when we both worked onDanger Zone.”
“He’s being modest,” Jules told her. “Tim starred inDanger Zone, and I had a walk-on role.”
Sophie grinned. “A role I know all too well.”
“Are you an actor as well?” Tim asked her.
She nodded, and for the next few minutes, they shared tales of the various productions they’d worked on. Sophie seemed completely at ease, smiling and laughing as she polished off her drink. Jules’s champagne was long gone, and she was contemplating returning to the bar for a refill when Sophie turned to her.
“Another glass?” she asked, taking the empty flute from Jules’s hand.
“If you don’t mind,” she told her gratefully. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Sophie headed toward the bar, leaving Jules with Tim.
“Are you here with someone?” he asked, leaning a shoulder against the column behind him, his gaze lingering on hers with an intensity she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t attraction, perhaps just curiosity.
