“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Shane peered across the driveway at the unlit bungalow.
“It doesn’t look like Brown-ilocks is home, Alice. You’re sure
she won’t mind us barging into her home like this? I mean you guys broke up,
right?”

“I just have to see if she has a shirt I can
borrow. Relax. Besides, it’s not really barging in if we have a key. And
believe me, Shane, I tried to give her the keys back.” Alice replied as
they got out of Shane’s jeep and walked towards the front door. “But she
wouldn’t have any of it. She just said something about being obsessed with me
or something.” She explained to Shane with a cocky grin. But Shane wasn’t
having any of it, either.

“Hah! Obsessed, my *****! More like a charity thing,
if you ask me. Probably this month’s act of kindness to keep her Zen levels at
normal.”

Alice glanced over
her shoulder from fidgeting with the doorknob and playfully scowled at Shane’s
remark. She winced when, because she hadn’t been paying attention, her fingers
slipped and pushed awkwardly against the keyhole.

“Ouch!”

“Whoa, careful there, agent Alice! Maybe I
should be the one opening the door. Otherwise, Bette might end up suing us for
breaking, entering and bleeding on her property!” Shane joked, taking the
keys from the other girl. “Besides, you’ve got better use for those
nimble-fimble fingers of yours, especially now.”

“Tell me please that you are not making a not-so
veiled reference to my absence from the last five band practices!” Alice groaned and
crossed her arms defensively across her chest, knowing that her three weeks of
fun with Bette would eventually lead to a lecture from Shane.

“Well, I wasn’t actually, but thanks for reminding
me.” Shane winked with a smug grin when she got the door unlocked and they
walked in. “I was actually referring to your newfound on-the-market
status. Those fingers are your most prized possessions from now on.” Shane
gestured at Alice‘s fingers
with her chin and held up the keys to her. The blonde lifted her right hand,
wiggling said fingers at Shane before grabbing the keys and replied,

“What makes you think they weren’t already in the
first place?”

——————-

Dana felt silly! She’d straightened her hair and was
wearing a sequined dark brown v-neck tanktop that dipped enough to show
respectable cleavege, her favourite Seven jeans with the sequins along one leg
and the back pockets that hugged her ***** “just so”, and a pair of comfy
chestnut Uggs. Alice had said
“dress to impress, but not to the grammy’s” and she thought she had
followed suit …that is, until she got in the car. The closer and closer she
got to where Alice told her to
pick them up, the less and less she liked what she was wearing.