The jazz band switched to a slower, softer melody, and the rooftop felt a little less like a battlefield. Marcus had wandered off with Henry for ten minutes to fix the lighting cue, leaving Andrea and Mindy alone at the high-top table again. Mindy was still grinning, scrolling through her phone like she was already saving Marcus’s contact under something ridiculous.
Before Andrea could tease her, Henry reappeared, his hand sliding back to the small of her back like it belonged there. “Come with me for a second,” he murmured, voice low enough that only she heard. “There’s a quieter spot near the railing. I need to talk to you.”
Andrea nodded, heart picking up speed. She glanced at Mindy. “We’ll be right back.”
Mindy waved her off with a dramatic flourish. “Take your time, girl. I’m fine
