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“She just gets right to the point, doesn’t she?” Sophie said.

“What do you mean?”

“She assumes you’ll meet with her and that we’ll sign.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess she did. She’s basically a salesperson, though, so that makes sense,” Bryce replied, locking her phone and signing the credit card receipt when it arrived.

“So, Soph, what are you going to do about work?” Melinda asked.

“If you need something temporary, we’re still looking for two part-time tour guides to get us through the summer,” Jill added.

“I was trying to slow-play that, Jill,” Melinda told her with a chuckle. “Find out her situation. Loosen her up to the idea a bit.”

“Me? A tour guide?”

“Why not? You know the city really well,” Melinda said, “And it would only be about ten to fifteen tours a week, so you’d have time to look for another job.”

“I’m kind of hoping I found one already,” she replied.

“Yeah? That’s great,” Kyle said.

“I still have to hear back, but I’ve had two interviews at Arnette, and they both went well, so I’m hoping that that’s the case and I get an offer soon.”

“Well, if not, the offer stands. We usually go through at least ten part-timers over the summer, so if you have to stop because you get something, that wouldn’t be a problem.”

“The tips can be really good, too,” Jill added. “During Carnival and summer, I usually get at least one-fifty from a two-hour tour, and I do a couple of those a day, so it adds up.”

“You get a few hundred in tips a day?” Bryce asked.

“Depends on the tour and the group, but if it’s ten or more people, yeah. Some people give me five bucks, but I get twenties sometimes, and occasionally, I get fifties and hundreds. I choose to believe the reason they tip so well is because I do a great job and not because they don’t have any smaller bills. Oh, and don’t tell the government because those cash tips aren’t exactly something I declare on my taxes.”

Bryce laughed and said, “CanIbe a tour guide?”

“Are you looking for part-time employment?” Melinda asked.

“If it pays like that, definitely.”

Sophie looked away out the window of the restaurant, seeing the line of people waiting for a table, and said, “We should probably go. People are waiting for this booth.”

“Let’s grab drinks next door,” Jill suggested. “I could use a beer.”

Sophie nodded because her girlfriend seemed excited by the idea, but thinking about Bryce working as a tour guide in NewOrleans over the summer only made her think of the possibility of Bryce being here all the time. Since that wasn’t her reality, though, she wanted to change the subject.

“So, I’m thinking about asking you to dance with me. What are the chances you’d say yes?” Bryce asked after they’d all ordered their drinks and had gathered in a circle in the bar that was jam-packed and playing the most popular songs on Spotify right now so loudly that Bryce had to lean in and half-yell in her ear.

“You know how I feel about dancing.”

“I thought we fixed that when we danced together last time,” Bryce replied. “I know what those hips can do now, Soph.” She pressed her lips to Sophie’s ear and whispered, “How they look when they’re doing figure eights on top of me when I’m buried inside you, making you come.”

Sophie swallowed and blushed at the same time.

“It’s hot in here, huh?” Melinda made a comment to her as she fanned herself.

“Yeah. Hot,” she replied with a nod.

“Dance with me,” Bryce continued. “And we can do that again when we get home.”