“You too,” Rachel replied, her smile more broad than either Bette or Tina had yet seen.

“Shane was just about to join us,” Tina said, making room for Shane to pull up another chair.

“I don’t want to get in the way,” Shane said quickly.

“You’re not in the way. We were pretty much done. Bette and I have some talking to do, but I think we’re good. Right, Babe?”

“Right,” Bette said, not letting go of Tina’s hand.

Shane and Rachel both sat down, assessing each other with sidelong glances.

“So. Shane. How’s work? Shane’s a stylist at Lather,” Tina added for Rachel’s benefit.

“Good. You know. The usual,” Shane said, blinking slowly.

“Lather. I must have driven past there a thousand times,” Rachel said.

“You should come in sometime. Say hello.”

“Maybe you could help me with this,” Rachel sighed, running her hands over her sun-kissed ‘do.

“Hmm,” Shane said, leaning forward to expertly comb her fingers through the other woman’s hair. “Could be.”

It was all Tina could do to keep from giggling as she watched this seduction in motion. Bette, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and shot her wife a “Help me,” look.

“Well. I guess I should go,” Rachel said, smiling across the table at Bette and Tina. “I’ll see you both at class this week, and if you-either of you-have any questions before then, you can call me anytime.”

Rachel stood up to go, and Bette rose to shake her hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for including me. It’s an honor to be a part of this process, and I promise that I’ll take good care of your family.”

“Shane, you should give Rachel your card,” Tina said. “So she can make an appointment.”

“Right.” Shane reached into her shirt pocket for an appointment card and scribbled her number on it before handing it to Rachel.

“Thanks.” Rachel accepted the card from Shane and exchanged it with one of her own.

“I’ll walk you out. I was on my way back from a break any way,” Shane said.

Shane leaned down to hug Tina before following Rachel out of the restaurant.

“You should give Rachel your card,” Bette repeated, folding her arms across her chest. “What is it with you and the matchmaking? First Alice and Dana. Now Shane and Rachel?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tina said innocently, taking a long sip of her strawberry smoothie.

“Of course you don’t,” Bette said, shaking her head and smiling.