“Sorry, he’s rambunctious sometimes, can I help you?” asked Sam confused.

            “Yeah, well, see… you… this isn’t what I’d imagined,” laughed Shane.  Sam nodded, stepping up to Shane, leading her into the house and closing the door.  Shane felt her breath stopping in her throat as Sam put a hand at the small of her back to move around her.

            “What had you imagined?  Walking in, me pinning you to the door, kissing you, and then fucking you before we ever made it to the bedroom?” asked Sam, her voice getting deeper, huskier and had taken on an edge to it.

            Shane stammered, unable to form a word.

            “I was kidding…,” laughed Sam.  Motioning for Shane to come deeper into the house.

            “We met,” started Shane.

            “Yeah, this afternoon,” said Sam.  “Soda?”

            “Um, sure.  No, I mean, this weekend.  You asked me if the moving truck was at Lindsay and Mel’s?  I said no…”

            “That was you?  The hat must have thrown me off,” smiled Sam, handing Shane a cold soda. 

            “You… you dropped this,” stammered Shane. 

            “That’s where I lost it.  I could have sworn that Gus took it, he kept playing with it and taking pictures.  Thanks.  But…,” said Sam, thinking.

            “Yeah?”

            “How did you get my address?” asked the always thinking tomboy.  Hiding the smile that played on her lips.  She had a rather good idea of how Shane had managed her address, and his name was, Brian Kinney.

            “Your brother, he gave it to me,” smiled Shane.  “I didn’t look at your numbers or anything.”

            “SAM!” yelled Jesse from the top of the stairs, Sam hung her head dramatically, sighing.

            “Yes my darling young son?” asked Sam, looking at Shane and in a stage whisper, “He only calls me mom when he’s taken by surprise or wants something.”

            “I dropped the soap,” he said seriously and Sam clenched her jaw, the muscles of her mouth working, attempting to not laugh.

            “Who told you that?  Brian?  I swear, you are not spending any more time with him…”