“I said I wanted to leave.”
“One more dance?” Shane smiles greedily. “I want to show you off. I want everyone to know how lucky I am.”

“Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?!” Molly laughs. They head back out to the dance floor.

The framily has been watching their interaction. They glance over at Jenny and see a smile cross her lips.

“You two work everything out?” Tina asks.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jenny replies. “I’m happy for her. She seems to be really, genuinely happy. I’ve never seen her like that before.”

“Me neither,” Alice adds. “Not even with Carmen.” She pauses and peers over at Bette who seems to be lost in thought. “Bette, whatcha thinking about?”

“Oh, just something Molly said.”

“What’d she say?”

“She confronted me about what I had said to Phyllis about Shane. That we all basically think that Shane isn’t good for anyone and that she is incapable of being in a loving long term relationship. Then she said that we all take Shane’s friendship for granted.” Everyone gets very quiet.

“She’s right,” Jenny finally says. “You do…we all do.”

It seems to dawn on everyone how important Shane really is to them and to their circle of friends. “Yeah, I guess we do,” Alice says, speaking for everyone. They all turn their heads again to look back out on Shane and Molly still dancing, still entwined in each other’s arms. Molly leans in and whispers something in Shane’s ear that causes her to smile from ear to ear. She grabs Molly’s hand and pulls her off the dance floor and they hurriedly head towards the exit. The framily laughs. “I hope those two work out,” Alice says as everyone turns back from the dance floor.

“They will,” Jenny says. “They will."

Chapter 4

Having just left the SheBar dance floor, Shane whisks Molly out of the club, through the parking lot and out to her Jeep. She pushes Molly up against the passenger door and kisses her hungrily. Her hands slide down Molly’s chest, caressing her breasts. She slowly, agonizingly, runs her fingers down Molly’s stomach and they finally come to rest on the buckle of her belt. She deftly unbuckles her belt and unbuttons her jeans and slides her hand between her legs. Molly moans and breathlessly whispers, “Not here. Home.”