“Not at the moment.” Jules shrugged. “I dated a guy for a few months over the summer, but things fizzled pretty quickly after that. So, like I said, I’m not in any hurry. You should try the drink, though. It’s good.”
Kit threw her hands out in front of her. “No way. Not taking any chances.”
“Me either,” Sophie confirmed as she lifted her whiskey sour.
Jules pressed a hand against her heart, drawing Sophie’s attention to the plunging neckline on her blouse and the cross pendant glinting there. “So many skeptics at this table.”
“I haven’t sworn off love forever,” Sophie told her. “I’m just not at a place in my life right now where I have much room for it.”
“Fair enough,” Jules said, glancing at Sophie. Her eyes were a deep brown, highlighted by thick eyeliner and a shimmery eyeshadow that sparkled under the bar’s track lighting. And her hair…well, she looked like she’d walked out of a shampoo commercial. It was long and wavy, with golden highlights in her natural brown. Combined with her charismatic personality, it was no wonder she was an actress. If Sophie ever got the chance to see her on stage, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off her.
Right now, she’d settle for Jules’s number. She’d mentioned a boyfriend, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bi or pan. Usually, Sophie had excellent gaydar, but she couldn’t quite make up her mind about Jules.
On the table between them, Jules’s phone began to ring. The name Pierce showed on the screen, and she let out a little gasp. “My agent,” she said breathlessly, grabbing her phone and rushing for the door as Sophie had done earlier.
“What are the chances?” Sophie muttered, reaching for her drink.
“Does this mean you’ve both made it to round two?” Gia asked, looking delighted at the prospect.
“Maybe. We’ll see,” Sophie said as she drained her glass. She walked to the bar for a refill. By the time she’d made it back to their table, Jules had reentered Dragonfly with an unmistakable bounce in her step.
Sophie caught her eye with an inquiring lift of her eyebrow. “Good news for you too?”
“Yes,” Jules confirmed. “And my agent says that unofficially, there are only two of us in contention for the role.”
“Oh wow.” Sophie gulped. “So, it’s between you and me?”
“Sounds that way.”
They stared at each other for a beat of loaded silence before Sophie lifted her chin with a smile. “Better bring your A game on Friday, Vega.”
Jules met her gaze, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “I’m not worried.”
“You should be.” Sophie lifted her glass, tapping it against Jules’s. “May the best woman win.”
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About the Author
Rachel Lacey is a contemporary romance author and semi-reformed travel junkie. She's been climbed by a monkey on a mountain in Japan, gone scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef, and camped out overnight in New York City for a chance to be an extra in a movie. These days, the majority of her adventures take place on the pages of the books she writes. She lives in warm and sunny North Carolina with her family and a variety of rescue pets.