“No Cassy, you just don’t get it” came from Bette’s office on Shane’s arrival.  She looked at James with wide eyes and a question of ‘why aren’t you doing anything’?

“What’s that?” Shane asked

“A caught weasel.” James answered with a smile.

“What weasel?” Shane, normally not curious needed clarification.

“Uhmmm it’s just . . .” James began and was interrupted by Bette’s door opening.

Cassy stepped out followed by Bette who though smiling looked strained and tense.

“Take care Cassy,” Bette said to Cassy who was strutting half way down the hall and out of the gallery. Bette sighed, shook her head and looked up to finally see Shane looking at her with a ton of questions.

“We need a drink for this one,” Bette motioned to Shane.

Shane followed her into her office and silently watched Bette pack up and get ready to leave for the day. They promised to meet at their usual spot and were out bidding James good evening, even though it was still the afternoon.

“She tried to ruin me.” Bette ended taking a sip of her beer.

“You are over reacting here Bette. Cassy just wanted all of you and pity for her, you are already taken.” Shane reasoned. “Of course she thought if she took the art work, you would follow her.”

“Yeah but, I mean, I’ve never given her any indication that our sex life was going to turn into a relationship.” Bette bluntly observed. “Yeah the sex was great and that was it. I couldn’t see myself with her in a forever kind of way.”

“Porter you know that every woman looks at you and wants to be your wife. You should learn a thing or two from me. Actually, scrap that, Tina is damn fine.” Shane said with a dreamy kinda look, remembering Tina.

“Hey,” Bette chastised her friend. “Don’t play that.”

“No need to worry Porter,” Shane said suddenly distracted. Bette followed her eye line and almost spat her beer out in shock.

“She’s hot and cute isn’t she,” Bette asked Shane after gathering herself and placing her beer down on the table.

“Huh?” Shane dreamily asked.

“Shane, you are drooling.” Bette told her friend

“I can’t help it if there are women like her roaming around in front of me. I just may end up walking down the aisle with one of them.” Shane finally turned to look at Bette with her eyebrow raised.