Bette sat up, her attention fully captured.

"You’re not talking about Marissa Wheeler are you?," Bette asked, taking a wild guess.

Tina stopped in her tracks, and looked at Bette in surprise.  "Why, yes. Yes I am, actually.  How?…" Tina asked, and resumed walking back to the dining room, bringing a couple of glasses she’d partially filled with ice and raspberries, as well as a bottle of Pellegrino water.

Bette handed her the red rose that she de-thorned as Tina laid the tray she was carrying down.  Tina smiled, kissed the rose, then kissed Bette as the brunette was twisting the cap of the Pellegrino bottle open.  "I love you so, so much, baby," Tina whispered. "Will you please take it easy sometimes?"

"I’ll try harder, T," Bette answered, kissing her wife back.

Tina settled into her chair, accepting the glass of water with raspberries from Bette.

Bette answered Tina’s question about knowing the name of one-half of the couple Tina had been referring to,"I just took a guess.  She called and left a message, requesting a call-back. When George and I got back from the video-conference with the tech firm in Chicago… the one I visited when we were in just starting the reconstruction remember?" Tina nodded, while Bette continued, "anyway.  The video-conference took longer than we planned, so I was planning to just head home, and automatically assumed the call-back request was for George, because it was from, well… the Marissa Wheeler."

Tina nodded. She’d also been taken aback when Liz wrote the name out for her. 

"So we were both shocked when we were told the message was for me, and that she’d requested a call-back at my earliest convenience," Bette continued. "She’d left all her contact details, T.  I mean, the works, even her private cell and home phone, which I understood from George, she hardly, if ever, shares.  The caveat had been, of course, that the contact details be kept under wraps."

Surprisingly, George had asked the assistant he and Bette shared to give Bette all the details about Marissa’s call, then expunge all the contact details, and merely keep a note for the phone records that Marissa had called for Bette.

He answered Bette’s unspoken question, "She’s a serious player not only in New York, but more generally, Bette. I don’t want her contact details accidentally leaked from here, because I’m fairly certain she can count in one or maybe two hands who has those details. And it’ll look very bad for us if they leaked from here, even if by accident. Because she’s the type who’d know, and trace it back here."