“Something happen?” Jules turned around lazily to face up also. “We haven’t hung out with you guys, yet.”

Jade slipped her sunglasses on and pulled out the key fob of the rental she’d picked up in Miami from the beach bag that Rian handed to her. “Um … Rian forgot one of her medicines and she needs to take it right now. Much as we hate to leave this French Riviera scene ….”

Jules sat up slowly, gave her a look of disbelief, and raised her hand to shield her eyes. Jade had to fight to focus on her friend’s sardonic face to avoid looking at her breasts. Not bad. And Diane’s are spectacular.

Okay, I feel like a perv right now.

“Medicine. Right.” Jules shook her head, and lay back down. Weak. Pathetic. She and Diane had come up with better excuses in the past when Bette or Tina had caught them about to slip away from a party or gathering,, intending to make out. Jules could see Rian had the same look on her face as Diane did when her precious D was horny. She felt around for her floppy hat and dropped it over her face. “We have reservations for dinner at 7, don’t forget,” she said from under the hat. Even muffled, Jade could pick up her friend’s sarcastic tone. “I texted you about it. Tina’s birthday, and it’s a surprise, so don’t be late.”

“We won’t.”

The others murmured various words of goodbyes and we’ll-see-you-laters, some in Italian, so Jade could only guess about those greetings.

Diane waved back at Rian, who’d turned around to wave at them before boarding the car.   Diane then lay down next to Jules, dropping her hat over her face the same way Jules had done. As they heard the top-down BMW peel away, Diane murmured, “They’re so getting it on in fifteen-twenty minutes.”

“Ten, by the sound of that car … Rian is gunning it. Sadly enough, I’m not sure we’ll see them for dinner,” Jules answered. She reached for her partner’s hand to hold it.

“Hundred bucks says we will because Rian will be starving by the time they’ll be done.” Diane felt Jules’ hand feeling for something around hers, and automatically reached for it. They interlaced their fingers when their hands found each other.   And I’m willing to bet there’ll be some action in our own bed tonight, too.