Rummaging in the drawer for a bottle opener, popping the top and staring at the soft wisps that emerged from the top of the bottle, then taking a gulf from the green colored bottle, Helena made a gagging face and then laughed softly, “Good lord, Shane, how on earth do you drink this swill?”

            “Not exactly your type of drink, now is it?” asked a soft voice from the back door.  Helena turned, hand on her heart, jumping, startled, and looking at the tall woman through the screen door.

            “Jayden, oh my goodness, I’ve been attempting to contact you, have you heard about Sam?”

            “Yeah, I called her, she told me not to worry, but to go check on her tomorrow, she seems to have every intention of going home in the morning.  I’m certain they aren’t going to discharge her,” said Jayden softly as she opened the back door and stepped into the house, hands in the pockets of the cargo pants she was wearing, hugging her hips and coming to rest just below her well sculpted stomach. 

            “I’m certain that someone telling Samantha Vance she can’t do something is very well not going to stop her from doing exactly what she wants, now is it?” asked Helena trying, desperately, not to reach out and touch the soft silken skin of the woman she’d been sleeping with for several months.

            “No, Sam does what, and who she wants, always has, and more than likely, always will.  She did give me a scare, I’m rather tired of losing people in my life,” sighed Jayden, tucking a stray strand of dark blonde hair behind her ear.  Her bright hazel eyes meeting Helena’s, reaching for the beer, taking it gently from the British heiress, letting her fingertips graze Helena’s for a moment.  Hearing Helena’s breath getting caught in her throat, the soft gasp making Jayden step closer, the attraction had never been a figment of Helena’s imagination, nor of Jayden’s.  It had just been something that Jayden had hidden, from Helena and the world, but Jayden was tired of hiding, or playing the part. 

            “You know that I cannot continue this with you, I cannot be the ‘other woman’ any more.  I’ve done it, many times, and it never led me to what I wanted, nor needed.  I fell for Dylan, was taken in by her, a gay woman in a straight woman’s body, and I…”