even know where she was going, but since Daniel was still trying to build up his clientele, he had the flexibility to travel with her most of the time. It meant he took care of all her schedules. He told Sophie where and when to show up, and she went.
What she did know was that she had a meeting and a PR event in Sydney coming up, so she'd have to make sure she could see Tennyson before then. Hopefully, he could fly out to LA, or she'd go to overrated Texas.
"The doctor said one glass of wine here and there is fine." Daniel held out his. "Want some? It's really good."
She smiled and shook her head. A glass might be fine, but being called an alcoholic in the press wasn’t.
"I think we went to that vineyard in Napa last year," Zane said and reached for the bottle. "Remember, love?"
"How could I forget?" Daniel smirked wryly and placed his arm along the back of Zane's chair. "You did that spread for some fashion house and got recognized by a whole group of flaming boys from San Francisco. Fun times."
Sophie and Brooklyn exchanged a grin.
Daniel was head over heels in love with Zane, but he worried. Zane was ten years younger, and Daniel feared his boyfriend would get bored. Which couldn’t be further from the truth, and Daniel would know that if he only opened his eyes and saw the way Zane looked at him. But jealousy could cloud the best of judgments, Sophie guessed.
"Yeah, but who took me home?" Zane shot back with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Noah flicked his gaze between the two men. "Am I watching foreplay here, or…?"
Sophie chuckled and took a sip of her water as she glanced out over the large restaurant. She preferred smaller, more intimate establishments these days, but the food here was supposedly orgasmic.
"I got to watch foreplay today at work," Brooklyn said. "We were minding our own business on set when a studio rep came down to fire one of the girls in wardrobe. She'd had an emergency the day before—got called away because her son was sick and got sent home from school, and this douche tried to fire her."
"How is that foreplay?" Noah asked.
"Because you should've seen how everyone teamed up against the suit. It was pure pleasure," Brooklyn continued with a grin. "Two actors had overheard him, and they didn’t mince words. My girls and I got into it, too. Asshole. But at least she wasn’t fired."
Sophie frowned. "So just because this woman had to pick up her child—who was friggin' ill—they wanted to let her go? How the fuck is that fair?"
"I see that shit all the time." Daniel shook his head. "One of my assistants thought I was gonna fire her when I learned she had lied on her resume. She'd listed a friend's downtown address instead of her own, which makes her daily commute two hours. Add the fact that she's a single mom… Not many would hire her."
Sophie didn’t understand that at all, and she said so.
Noah explained it to her. " Fair has no business here, I'm afraid. Single parents are unreliable. Hell, you don’t even have to be single."
"That’s ridiculous." Sophie scoffed. This crap angered her, maybe because it was personal now, but she'd really had no idea. "They should look at it the other way. I'm no expert, but isn't it more likely that a single parent will work harder in order to support her child?"
"Preach, sister," Brooklyn agreed.
Okay, maybe this hadn't been a bad idea, after all. It felt pretty good to be out like civilized people and having dinner and meaningful conversations with her friends.
Her stomach tightened in hunger as she saw their waiter and another heading toward them. Her spirits lifted a little. But before she could shut out the world and focus solely on her meal, she spotted a few people she'd never wanted to see again.
"Fuck." She dropped her gaze and set down her glass. Anxiety rose in her, and instinct told her to flee. Quick exit, drive home, hide under the bed.
Screw her previous thought. This had been a horrible idea.
"Something wrong?"
What she did know was that she had a meeting and a PR event in Sydney coming up, so she'd have to make sure she could see Tennyson before then. Hopefully, he could fly out to LA, or she'd go to overrated Texas.
"The doctor said one glass of wine here and there is fine." Daniel held out his. "Want some? It's really good."
She smiled and shook her head. A glass might be fine, but being called an alcoholic in the press wasn’t.
"I think we went to that vineyard in Napa last year," Zane said and reached for the bottle. "Remember, love?"
"How could I forget?" Daniel smirked wryly and placed his arm along the back of Zane's chair. "You did that spread for some fashion house and got recognized by a whole group of flaming boys from San Francisco. Fun times."
Sophie and Brooklyn exchanged a grin.
Daniel was head over heels in love with Zane, but he worried. Zane was ten years younger, and Daniel feared his boyfriend would get bored. Which couldn’t be further from the truth, and Daniel would know that if he only opened his eyes and saw the way Zane looked at him. But jealousy could cloud the best of judgments, Sophie guessed.
"Yeah, but who took me home?" Zane shot back with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Noah flicked his gaze between the two men. "Am I watching foreplay here, or…?"
Sophie chuckled and took a sip of her water as she glanced out over the large restaurant. She preferred smaller, more intimate establishments these days, but the food here was supposedly orgasmic.
"I got to watch foreplay today at work," Brooklyn said. "We were minding our own business on set when a studio rep came down to fire one of the girls in wardrobe. She'd had an emergency the day before—got called away because her son was sick and got sent home from school, and this douche tried to fire her."
"How is that foreplay?" Noah asked.
"Because you should've seen how everyone teamed up against the suit. It was pure pleasure," Brooklyn continued with a grin. "Two actors had overheard him, and they didn’t mince words. My girls and I got into it, too. Asshole. But at least she wasn’t fired."
Sophie frowned. "So just because this woman had to pick up her child—who was friggin' ill—they wanted to let her go? How the fuck is that fair?"
"I see that shit all the time." Daniel shook his head. "One of my assistants thought I was gonna fire her when I learned she had lied on her resume. She'd listed a friend's downtown address instead of her own, which makes her daily commute two hours. Add the fact that she's a single mom… Not many would hire her."
Sophie didn’t understand that at all, and she said so.
Noah explained it to her. " Fair has no business here, I'm afraid. Single parents are unreliable. Hell, you don’t even have to be single."
"That’s ridiculous." Sophie scoffed. This crap angered her, maybe because it was personal now, but she'd really had no idea. "They should look at it the other way. I'm no expert, but isn't it more likely that a single parent will work harder in order to support her child?"
"Preach, sister," Brooklyn agreed.
Okay, maybe this hadn't been a bad idea, after all. It felt pretty good to be out like civilized people and having dinner and meaningful conversations with her friends.
Her stomach tightened in hunger as she saw their waiter and another heading toward them. Her spirits lifted a little. But before she could shut out the world and focus solely on her meal, she spotted a few people she'd never wanted to see again.
"Fuck." She dropped her gaze and set down her glass. Anxiety rose in her, and instinct told her to flee. Quick exit, drive home, hide under the bed.
Screw her previous thought. This had been a horrible idea.
"Something wrong?"
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