“Jenny,” Shane drawls. “It’s Moira,” she says, a bit to smugly, but then smiles obviously happy for her friend and passes her the phone. Adding a gentle kiss to the top of her head before she trudges out to sit with Carmen.

“Moira?” Carmen asks, clearly intrigued.

“Mystery lover from Iowa, hun,” Shane informs her, hunkering down next to Carmen, then changing her mind and grabbing her hand.

“What are you doing?” Carmen shrieked as Shane dragged her down the lawn. A laugh emerging from deep within her throat that she had barely been aware she’d uttered. God, Shane was so close to her right now, she had butterfly’s in her stomach like they were strangers. Incredibly hot, sexually attracted, strangers. It was ludicrous but the feeling still remained.

“Jenny will be tied up for awhile, lets sit out front,” Shane said and pulled Carmen in for a kiss, the connection was sweet but Carmen regretted it, it made her head more dizzy and her body more hot. It was already scorching out and their body heat intensified the groggy feeling. They sat on the porch swing out front and Carmen was reminded that this was her and Shane’s favourite spot out of the entire house.

“So are they,” Carmen ventured, not needing to say more. She was asking if Jenny and this Moira where a serious item back in Iowa.

“Oh yeah, she won’t say anything but it’s obvious. But what I can’t tell is, what’s going to happen. There’s strange tension there, I can feel it,” Shane said, letting Carmen see just how much she paid attention, how she never missed a detail. She rarely ever let anyone see that unless she was confronting them with something they had yet to voice to anyone. Carmen was touched, she loved all the fun little secrets about Shane. The fun ones.

“Because your Yoda?”

“Because I’m Yoda,” Shane said shyly and swigged her beer. She hadn’t noticed she’d been blathering a lot lately, at least for her. Saying the first thing that popped into her head, especially when Carmen was around. It was eerie and she knew it had something to do with Carmen but couldn’t figure out what, or why she was doing it.