"Give me that shirt. You'll never fold it."

Oksana handed the shirt over and grabbed for a towel out of the basket. "Who says I have a girlfriend and how come I don't know about it?"

"Ekaterina tells me there's a girl, and I believe her because all night you've been out in space."

Oksana turned to her sister, who was half hanging off the recliner and shot the brat her own look. A look that said Kat had violated the sister code.

Kat shrugged and spoke in Russian, the little suck up. "What do you want me to say? You've been out in space all night. You daydream. You ignore your baba when she is speaking to you."

Oksana narrowed her eyes and switched to English. "I'm going to kill you." She turned to Baba Inna. "I'm not seeing anyone."

"You are thinking of someone."

Oksana didn't answer or lie. She knew her grandmother could interpret her every expression.

"Give me your phone."

"It's...I left it in the little house." Oksana shifted, covering her phone with her leg.

"It's right there," Kat said before she could stop herself. She was just crapping all over the sister code tonight. Oksana was going to find some reason to ground her very soon.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry."

Oksana pulled out her phone and handed it over. She'd never regretted teaching her grandmother how to use anything more in her life. As if he felt her pain, Vasily left his spot by the TV and wiggled his giant body between her feet and the couch.

Momentarily comforted by the only mammal in the room who hadn't turned on her, Oksana watched, absolutely sick to her stomach as Baba went through her text messages. Baba didn't say a word or make a face, but Oksana knew exactly what see was seeing. Finally, Baba handed the phone back. She picked up a pair of Kat's jeans "You help no one by lying." She'd said those words before.

Choked up but tearless, Oksana helped her grandmother take care of the rest of the laundry, ignoring Kat's apologetic looks from across the room.

Once they were finished, she kissed them both good night and headed back to the little house.

Her cottage behind Baba's enormous Craftsman had been rented out to random relatives of the local Russian community until Oksana turned eighteen and claimed it as her own baby sister-free zone. Baba didn't rent it out while she was living at Vivian's.

Kat followed.

"Sana, wait!" Kat called after her. Oksana stopped and waited.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry. Really. Are you mad at me?"

"No, but..." Fuck, this is what she hated. If she and Kat were closer in age and if Oksana wasn't damn near her mom she could say something like "keep my secrets and I'll keep yours," but she couldn't do that.

She pulled Kat into a tight hug. "No, but let that be a lesson to you. Our grandmother can read."

"I promise I won't rat you out again."

"Good. Go to bed."

Oksana waited until Kat was back inside before she turned and unlocked the door to her place.

The little house was quiet and empty. Oksana changed for bed, checked her e-mail, and before she finally made up her mind to go to sleep, Oksana sent Annie one last text. One last long text.

Hey, are you there? She typed. Annie responded not even ten seconds later.

Yeah. Just lying in bed. My hands are above the covers. I swear.

I don't think we should do this. It's been more than one night.

Twenty painful minutes went by before Annie replied. Oksana knew she had done the right thing. She didn't like lying to her family and she didn't like lying to herself even more.

You're right. I'll talk to you later.

Good night.

After that, Annie didn't text back.

Part of Oksana regretted not handling this in person, but she knew she wouldn't be able to say exactly what needed to be said. Now the guilt didn't matter. Their fun was over.

Chapter Three.

The Need for Clarity There were no tears, but Annie's throat and her eyes burned so badly she was surprised she wasn't crying all over herself.

She read the text again and again, reread Oksana's "fuck off" and her own stupid response, and all she wanted to do was cry. The entire situation was backward. A single text message should not hurt this bad. Oksana shouldn't mean so much, but as Annie stared at the very final message from her and her own acceptance of what Oksana was really saying, she realized that Oksana meant something to her. She considered why crying seemed like the only sensible reaction and she wanted to cry even more. Her body gave out and two fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Two more immediately followed. She wiped her face and blew out a deep breath.

Why was this happening? She was supposed to be the happiest girl this side of the valley. She had a great job, friends, and an amazing fiance she was about to make hers forever. And the fantasy-it was fulfilled. She got exactly what she wanted. She got her one night and it was perfect. Oksana was perfect. And it ended exactly as it should have, maybe just not when. Annie realized it was the kiss. The texts were one thing. Flirting never hurt anyone, but the kiss must have suggested to Oksana that Annie wanted to continue some sort of relationship between them, outside of their workouts. Annie had asked for one night and Oksana had delivered. She played along, but Oksana wasn't attached. She wasn't making cases for why one more time together wouldn't hurt. Annie's whole plan had gone exactly as planned with extras thrown in. So why the hell was she crying?

Two years ago, Jeff forgot her birthday completely. He usually forgot until the day of, never asking what Annie wanted or what she'd like to do, but still he managed to pull something together that always made her smile. For her twenty-seventh birthday, he'd forgotten altogether. Megan and Feather saved the day, taking her out for dinner and a movie.

When she got back to her place, Jeff was sound asleep in her bed. He never said a word about it, and Annie never cried about that particular birthday.

Oksana, in an epic feat of responsibility, politely closed the door to any more flirting and innuendo, any more public make-out sessions, and Annie was pushed to a desperate breathing episode in the parking lot of her office, complete with those thick orphanage tears. Luckily, her early crew had already arrived. She had another hour of insanity before her executive producer strolled through the parking lot and witnessed her wiping her face like her cat had just died. She didn't need that.

She had crossed a line with Oksana at some point, and Oksana had tried to put it right.

Why was this making me so upset, she wondered as she pathetically scrubbed her face.

Annie knew why, but she couldn't conceptualize what her heart was telling her. She really did have some sort of feelings for Oksana, but in the sobering sun of this Hollywood morning, Annie couldn't nail down exactly what those feelings were or where they had come from. But she had to. Annie hated uncertainty. The black-and-white nature of her relationship with Jeff was one of the main reasons she loved him so much. He loved her with no theatrics and she loved him with no demands.

Maybe Annie needed a friend who wasn't involved with the wedding, wasn't part of the hometown group of friends, someone who had no stake in Jeff. Or maybe it was something more. She knew plenty of people who weren't involved in the wedding and plenty more people who absolutely couldn't care less if she was attracted to women and still engaged to a guy. But Oksana had been the one she'd come clean to and the one she'd slept with. Annie had never been honest with anyone the way she had been honest with Oksana. That had to count for something.

Or maybe Annie really was gay. God, what did that even mean? She wasn't gay. Jeff or not, she loved guys. Penis was a good thing, but Oksana...

Their time together had been unusually comforting. There were a few moments where Annie was nervous, but all her nerves revolved around making Oksana happy, getting Oksana off, not maximizing every minute of her freebie for the sake of walking faithfully back to Jeff. And the kiss they'd shared? She'd never kissed Jeff like that. There'd never been that sort of heat. Did she really have romantic feelings for Oksana, or did the experience of being with another woman awaken something in Annie that she'd honestly been ignoring?

What did that mean for her and Jeff?

He'd been her one and only adult relationship, and maybe sixty years ago when suffering in silence or suicide-okay, now she was getting bleak-were more suitable options than divorce, she would have pushed all these emotions down with a stiff upper lip, but...

Annie refused to give the next thought more steam. She couldn't.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. She should have dated more men, and for fuck sure, more women. She'd had seven years to reason with that tiny voice in the back of her mind that told her she was craving more than what any guy had yet to give her, but Jeff was sweet and easy. And she'd agreed to spend the rest of her life with him.

Oh God. Fat tears rushed faster down her face. She'd become that idiot girl, the one who waits till the last possible moment to try to get to know herself. Talk about selfish.

Annie needed to sort through these feelings. She ached for Oksana's touch, shivered still every time she thought of the caresses they shared or the way Oksana's fingers felt inside her pussy, but would she react to another woman the same way?

There was only one way to find out.

Jeff had taken his month, and now she would use the remaining time she had to herself. She'd have to test all theories. Hurting Jeff was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wanted to strap on her garter and walk into a false marriage even less.

No. She loved Jeff and she was going to marry him, but she had to know exactly what she felt and why so she could be honest in her marriage, not some confused mess. She had to be sure- "Holy shit!" Annie gasped. A knock on her window scared the rest of the thought from her mind. It was Esther, her production coordinator. She frowned at Annie with blatant concern and motioned for her to roll her window down. Annie pressed the button and used that whole second to wipe her face again even though it was pointless. Esther had already seen the tears.

"Hey." Annie swallowed.

"Are you okay?" Esther squatted so she was looking up at Annie.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just..."

"Is it Jeff?" Esther's gasp was pretty impressive.

Annie's laugh forced out a few more tears. "No, it's not Jeff." It was much, much worse.

"You want to talk about it?" Esther was good listener and a pretty good friend, but what was Annie supposed to tell her? Confessing feelings about your trainer when you were supposed to be very focused on your future with someone else fell right into the "Problems with Jeff" box of issues.

"Actually. Not really. Sorry. It's not a talking about it will make it better kind of situation."

"Well, here." Esther handed Annie a tissue. "Pace told me they got some awesome footage last night." Another reason Annie didn't want to open up to Esther. She was dating one of the camera guys. She loved her crew, but they really didn't need to know about her screwed up love life. Correction, her screwed up sex life. This had nothing to do with love.

Annie wiped her eyes again, trying to get herself together.

Esther rubbed her shoulder and smiled hopefully. "Meta fell off the go-go booth at The Maypole and the guys got the whole thing on tape. You wanna see?"

Annie laughed for real this time, but still felt a twinge of pain. She usually checked on the night crews, but she'd been so unreasonably upset about Oksana's final text she'd forgotten. She had to go in eventually, and having Esther as a physical buffer might be a good idea.

"Okay." Annie sniffled and opened her door.

Annie followed Esther toward the commotion in the back of the office. Her camera guys were always rowdy in the morning. It didn't matter if they didn't get their full turnaround or not. Between the Red Bull and cigarettes, and surely a few grams of coke here and there, they were always amped and ready to go.

Just as she found them most mornings, Justin and Johnny Dangerous, as they liked to call him, were prepping A and B cam respectively. Brad, their sound guy, was casually checking his battery packs, but unlike normal mornings where Pace was busy running around like a nut making sure his guys had everything loaded into their vans, he was cuing something up on the monitor.

Ryan, the other camera operator, turned as they entered the room. "Annie, you have to see this shit."

"E told me." Just then Esther handed her a cold bottle of water and another tissue.

Pace turned around at the mention of his Esther's nickname. He caught on to Annie's blotchy face right away. "Hey," Pace said as he looked at her carefully.

"I'm fine," she mouthed back, before she took a rather refreshing sip of water. Pace nodded and turned back to the monitor. He got it and he let it go.

"Okay. Brad, this'll teach you to ditch me for the fucking Discovery Channel," he said.

"It was more money," Brad laughed, winking at Annie. She scowled at him. She just allocated the money; she didn't fund the shows herself.

"Whatever. Suck my bag. You're never leaving me again," Pace replied. "Okay. Watch this. Six years doing this reality shit, and this is the best fucking face-plant I've ever seen."

Annie watched as the unedited clip started up. Just Dance had the second highest ratings of their shows, coming in right behind Single Dads. The show followed Meta Rogers, a J. Lo wannabe who had made a decent name for herself after choreographing a major tour. She was nuts. A complete bitch, a camera whore, and the bisexual Annie never wanted to be. She was ratings gold.

On screen, Annie watched her dancing erratically on a raised block just off the dance floor. A go-go boy in nothing but a pound of Vaseline and some briefs danced behind her, but Meta wasn't sharing the spotlight. As the camera panned up, Meta's feet passed out of the frame, but before Pace said another word, Annie could tell that Meta was running out of space on that four-by-four box. Suddenly, Meta slipped. The crowd was already parted to make room for Pace with his camera. There was no attempt to catch her, and BAM! Meta thwacked her face right into the floor.

Annie's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God! Is she okay? Why didn't you guys call me?" she asked as the rest of the crew laughed hysterically.

"She's fine." Pace chuckled. Annie watched as a few guys helped Meta to her feet then breathed a sigh of relief as Meta brushed off her jeans and revealed that all her teeth were in her mouth.

"Wait. Pace, you turned in your tapes last night, right?" Annie frowned. As hilarious as this footage was, it should have been on its way to the post-production office a good eight hours ago.

"Busted," Justin snickered.

"Pace!" Annie nearly popped a blood vessel.

"I did. I did. I just made a copy of this." He smiled like the network wouldn't fire his ass then sue the shit out of him if this footage was leaked prematurely.

"Delete it. Now."

"What's going on?" Jewel, the office assistant, came flip-flopping into the room. Annie couldn't stand the twenty-year-old brat, but she was great on the phones, and as long as she was blowing Sergio, their executive producer, she wasn't going anywhere.

"We're watching Meta eat shit." Johnny laughed with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. Which reminded Annie. She reached into her bag and tossed him a fresh pack of menthols. Amends for the shitty day rate they were getting.

"Ma'am." He nodded with a smile and slipped the pack into his utility bag.

"This time. In slow motion," Pace announced, and like that, they watched as Meta went down at a thousand frames per second. It was brutal. "I will delete it. I know legal'll shit a fucking brick if they find out."

"Oh, wow." Annie shook her head while they watched Meta's face meet the floor again. That had to hurt. The viewing audience would love it. "Where was this?"

"The Maypole, that gay bar over on Crescent," Jewel answered.

Right, The Maypole, the trendiest gay bar in town. Esther had gotten location clearance the week before, but Annie had been so wrapped up with Miss Fantasy Fulfilled that she'd been letting simple details like where her crew was going slip. All the more reason to wrap her mind around these feelings, toss them in the ocean, and never think of Oksana again.