Carmen woke up the next morning rubbing her eyes groggily. She propped herself up with her arm and looked around at the familiar setting. She smiled looking at Shane who was still sleeping. Carmen reached over and stroked Shane’s soft black hair. She wouldn’t have known what she would have done without Shane last night. It wasn’t like her to warm up to someone like this, but Shane was just something else. Something she couldn’t keep her hands off of. Carmen got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. She wanted Shane to wake up to a fresh Carmen, not one that most likely had make up smeared all over her face.

Shane felt the warm ball that had snuggled next to her depart. She reached over and searched for it. Not finding anyone there, she opened her eyes. It was the first time she clearly saw the room. There was a glass sliding door that led out to the balcony. The large king sized bed was in the center of the room. On the opposite wall was a flat screen television. In the corner, a walk in closet. Her eyes stopped on the door that had a sliver of bright light coming through it. Shane could hear the water running. She got out of bed and ventured towards the door silently like she was stalking prey. She placed her hand on the knob and was about to turn it, but decided against it. This was a job, not a vacation. She walked outside onto the balcony and stretched, yawning. After looking around and making sure no one was below the balcony or near her, she took out her cellphone she called Bette. After a couple of rings, Bette finally picked up.

Bette: I thought I told you not to call.

Shane: Well don’t you care if I’m alive or not?

Bette: I care about this job and we can’t afford to mess up this time.

Shane: I know I know, jeez you’re a workaholic.

Bette: How is everything over there?

Shane: His daughter. She’s different.

Bette: Don’t tell me you’re getting soft.

Shane bit her lip. Was she getting soft? Bette felt uncomfortable from Shane’s long pause.

Bette: Don’t let your feelings impair your judgement.