Two weeks later Shane woke up when her alarm went off at six. She rolled over to the same view that she had seen that first morning Shay was there—except this time it wasn’t as cute. Shay hadn’t slept in his bed once, and Shane was starting to miss private time with Carmen. In fact she couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Carmen naked. Their schedules always seemed to conflict—she was up early working on a television set and got home around five. Carmen DJ’d five nights a week so she was leaving the house around seven every night and didn’t get back until hours after Shane had gone to bed.

Things had quickly become mundane. She had the morning and evening shifts when it came to her brother, and Carmen took the after school shift. It worked well for Shay—Shane knew he needed the routine in his life right now, and honestly Shane wouldn’t have minded it either except for one thing. One thing that she felt even guilty for thinking—the was no time left for sex.

She crawled out of bed and took a cold shower. Then she went into the bedroom to wake Shay up and headed into the kitchen while he got dressed.

“Shay come on, I’m going to be late. Get your bag and you can eat breakfast on the way.” Shane spread peanut butter onto toast and sprinkled a couple chocolate chips on top. Shay came into the kitchen and she handed him his breakfast and a bottle of water as she poured herself another cup of coffee and grabbed her keys.

After she dropped Shay off at school, she headed over to the studio, all the while racking her brain to find a solution to the problem. As she pulled into her parking spot, she pulled out her phone and sent two text messages. The first one went to Bette “Hey, want to meet for lunch some time?” And the second one went to Carmen “Hey baby, I miss you! I’ll see you tonight. Have a good day!”

She got a response back to the first one immediantly. It was from Bette. “What about today? Want me to come to the studio around noon?”