Eric had been planning a party. A big one. Tina didn’t know whether it was out of a sense or guilt or what. Eric had decided they would celebrate their second anniversary in style and there was no stopping him. Tina accepted she had no other choice but to go along with it.

She wanted to get away, she needed to get away from Eric. It had been bad enough before the situation between them, but with Bette now involved, it was beginning to feel impossible.

Why were things so complicated? Why was it when she looked at Bette  one minute she wanted to fly, and then the next hoped she would never set eyes on her again? 

She just didn’t understand what was going on. Bette Porter was not her type. *****, Bette Porter was a woman for crying out loud. It was just *****, and curiosity, that’s all it was, it had to be. And yet . . . 

Tina lay by the pool in a lounge chair when Bette appeared with Alice following close behind her.

They stared at each other with scorching looks, and it was as if Alice could sense the electricity in the air and was not about to let it spark, she threw Tina a vague hello and headed for the upper deck.

“Bette.” Alice called out to her.

“Alice I’m going to take a swim before lunch.” She said.

“Take it after we have had lunch Bette.” Alice spoke impatiently.

“I’m taking it now.”

“Well hurry up Bette.” She shot Tina a look of disgust before she disappeared up the stairway.

Bette turned her attention back to Tina. “How are you today?”

Tina returned her gaze and was lost for a moment in the deep pools of Bette’s lazy brown orbs

“I’m okay.”

“I think I miss you.” Bette said, very quietly.

They eyed each other childishly, and Tina felt the sparks light her touch paper as always.

Before Tina had the chance to reply, Bette made a racing dive from the side and swam the length underwater, resurfacing at the far end of the pool.