Being a lady of leisure was something Maura could definitely get used to. She laid face down on the table, a muscular man working out the kinks in her muscles as soft music flowed over her like water. She could feel herself dozing as he worked.

”Ok, you’re all done Miss Rizzoli.”

Maura sighed. ”Really?” she asked. ”That was so good George.” She sighed heavily. ’Really.’ One word that defined Jane so completely, one word she had never used so much in all her life.

”Yeah.” He agreed as he tidied up quickly. ”See ya next time.” He slipped from the room, allowing Maura to dress again in private.

’It’s because I used her name.’ Maura decided, ’I should have gone with Doyle.’ Maura stepped into her clothes and yawned. She knew Jane would search for it, it was a given. When she couldn’t find her under Isles, she would immediately then try Doyle. Maura knew Jane well enough to know that. She would never stop looking unless Maura told her to give up and Maura would never be able to say those words. She needed her space, her time but a part of her wanted Jane to bust into the massage parlour and sweep her off her feet. But she also knew Jane would never do that. Nothing about her upbringing would allow her to overcome that fear and let herself really live.
Maura had known and accepted that, despite Jane’s obvious attraction to her, she wouldn’t acknowledge that part of herself. Jane would never risk losing her family for Maura.

She paid her bill and stepped out into the sunshine. A brief stop at the farmers market to collect some organic fruits and vegetables for Bass and Maura would head home. A glass of wine on the deck as she watched the sun set that would be the perfect end to a beautiful day.

As she settled into her chair, Maura sighed happily. She was right, she really could be happy here. It hurt to be away from Jane but every passing day made it that little bit easier. On the table next to her, her cell rang.

”Hello?” she offered cautiously.

”Hey, Maura?” that rich, velvety voice warm her skin. ”It’s Lucy.” Maura smiled. Lucy was a nice woman, nice to look at at least.