This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
Bette pulled off her baseball cap, ran a hand through her hair and looked straight ahead. She had nothing to say to that. If Tina wanted her to leave she would. She’d just come back in a rental and park farther away. She would protect her until she could get somebody hired. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Tina. Please. You need to get off the street.”
Tina shook her head, this situation just got more and more unbelievable. “Bette, I’m not going to let you sit outside my place all night. Come inside.” She turned around and walked to her door. She stepped inside and left the door open.
Bette was behind her in seconds. She walked in to see Tina jogging up the stairs to what she assumed were the bedroom areas. Bette’s phone pinged. Shane had sent the link to the satellite imaging. Too fucking late. Bette shook her head in disgust. She took a leveling breath and a long look around.
Tina’s townhouse was lovely. Marble in the entry way, then dark hardwood floors, the kitchen had matching marble counters and kitchen island, with charcoal colored cabinetry. The living area was decorated with low off-white leather sofas, a rich blue rug, and yellow accent pillows. She walked around as Tina came back downstairs with a towel around her shoulders. She passed Bette without looking at her and pulled two water bottles out of the fridge. She cracked the top of one and drank almost all of it. She put one on the counter for Bette and nodded to her, finishing her bottle, and tossing it into the sink.
Bette approached carefully and took the bottle off the counter. She looked down at it, pulling at the corner of the label. “Thank you”, she said softly and took the smallest sip. It was all she could manage.
Tina looked at her and shook her head. The brunette was exasperating. Tina could not quite believe that she was standing in her kitchen. God, she was so torn. She was furious at Bette for lying to her, for betraying her trust. And then seeing her standing there so miserable and beautiful and not able to look in her eyes. She breathed out slowly, examining Bette cautiously.