Their food arrived as another wave of celebration swept through the restaurant, glasses clinking like wind chimes in a storm. The moonlight caught in the ballerina sculptures, casting blue reflections that seemed to dance with the deep midnight of Juniper’s dress.

“Oooo, you know what I like,” Sophia said, glancing at the waitress.

Stop fidgeting, Juniper scolded herself, but her body seemed to have its own agenda. She shifted in her seat, the silk clinging to her curves in a way that made her intensely aware of Daniel’s proximity. Her fingers found the stem of her wine glass, turning it slowly, watching the light refract rather than looking at him.

Her device signaled. She turned away to answer, the screen’s glow a small mercy.