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    Love Soul Heaven Hell – Chapter XIII

     
    The spark she felt on meeting Bette caught her completely off-guard, though, and she’d been uncomfortable with feeling so off-balanced.  
     
    She gave Bette a quick smile "Don’t worry; Wendy and I have some catching up to do, so I’m sure it won’t be wasted."
     
    "Huh," Bette nodded, lips pursed in a half-frown, half-smile, still confused about the sudden change of plans for their evening. "Maybe next time…" Bette started to say.
     
    Marissa nodded, "Maybe…"
     
    "We’ll see," Tina cut in, clutching her bag to her side, holding out her hand out to Bette, as she waited for the brunette in the landing next to the sunken living room.
     
    After brief farewells, Bette and Tina boarded the elevator to take it down.  As the elevator doors closed, they heard Wendy ask in surprise, "They’re leaving already?  What happened…."
     
    Bette and Tina fell silent as they rode the elevator down.  Then Bette opened her mouth, "T," she started to say.
     
    "You’re going to say that you can handle it," Tina interrupted her, turning to Bette stiffly.
     
    "Well…maybe you can’t.  Not this time," the blonde continued.
     
    Bette crinkled her eyebrows, "Why do you say that?"
     
    Tina began to speak when the elevator doors opened: they’d reached the lobby area of the building. They exited the elevator in silence, heading towards the front doors.
     
    Luis, the porter, smiled at them as he held one door open.  "Ms Wheeler’s car is waiting for you outside."
     
    Bette turned to smile at him as they walked past, "Thanks!"
     
    Marissa’s driver opened the door for them, and, after they settled into the back seat, Bette turned to Tina to ask, "Well?"
     
    Tina shook her head, a hand supporting her chin as she gazed out the window, feeling the car pick up speed.  "Later, when we get home," she said quietly.
     
    With the other hand, she took Bette’s hand and grasped it with a tight hold.
    xxxxxxx
    A week later, Tina walked into the exclusive dining club near the modern art museum in midtown that one of the Skinner brothers had given Bette and her a membership to, as a wedding gift.  She smiled at Marcel, the maître’d, as she approached the entrance to the private dining room area, "I’m meeting someone for lunch today," she said.  "Oui, madame," he nodded.

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