Disclaimers: This story is the third in a loosely connected series. It follows Love in Photographs and Georgia on My Mind, but this book can be enjoyed independently of those as well. However be forewarned the characters from the above mentioned pieces do make appearances, so it is suggested that you read those first to appreciate them to their fullest. As always, there are sure to be great characters and steamy scenes. What else would you expect from me?

Dedication: To my wife, you are my fondest wish. And to my many beta readers on this one. Thanks for all the help. I couldn't have done it without you all. You know who you are.

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Now on with the show

Chapter One

Sarah Talbot sat in her trailer looking around contemplatively. This was the first day of shooting for her new movie, so she mentally prepared herself for the scenes. When the blonde had accepted the part of Special Agent Jessica Stuart, it had largely been in part to her co-star, Jamie Dean. Sarah had adored the other woman's work on stage and screen but had never gotten the opportunity to meet the elusive actress until this project.

The little woman recalled the evening they met just a few days before the shoot began. Jamie had called her and invited her out for drinks, since they were practically neighbors in New York. Agreeing, the blonde left her husband and two-year-old daughter at home to meet the tall dark-haired woman at the bar Jamie had suggested. Sarah had arrived first that evening. The crowd eyed her curiously. She figured it was due to her notoriety but was left alone at the bar. She watched everyone for about ten minutes as she casually sipped her glass of wine before she realized the establishment had only female patrons. Suddenly it struck her that Jamie had invited her to a lesbian bar for their meeting. She shook her head to herself. She had heard the rumors about the attractive addition to Hollywood but paid them little heed until that moment. Secure in her own sexuality though, she decided not to give it another thought.

A few minutes later the murmurs in the room began to rise as the general focus shifted toward the door. Curiously Sarah turned her attention there as well to see her new co-star making a flourishing entrance. Jamie was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red jacket. Her dark hair was slicked back and she wore a charming grin as a cigarette sat tucked behind one ear. Sarah watched as the woman made her way over to the bar, bestowing kisses on every woman who dared get close enough to her. Finally coming to where Sarah was sitting, the tall woman flashed a dangerous smile. "Ms. Talbot," she stated.

"Jamie Dean," she answered.

"In the flesh," the tall woman uttered sexily, signaling the bartender. She ordered a beer before looking back at the blonde. "Thanks for taking the time to meet me."

"I was glad to. In fact, I was hoping we would get a chance to talk before we started shooting. It's not often that I don't know my co-star before working together," Sarah mentioned. She had been in the business since she was a teenager and was well-acquainted with most of the select group of celebrities. "I've really loved all that you've done so far, Jamie, on Broadway and in Hollywood."

"Likewise, Sarah. That's actually why I asked that you be considered for the part."

"You asked for me?" the blonde inquired in surprise. Her business manager hadn't told her that when he first proposed the idea of the film.

"Yes. I admire your work, Sarah, and there is no one else I'd rather have as my leading lady for this piece. You match the profile they were looking for perfectly. When I was finally offered the part, they said you were one of a select group of women they were contemplating. I just had to put in my opinion and request you. Whether or not that had anything to do with your receiving the part, I don't know," she answered casually, taking a long sip of her beer from the bottle.

The small woman blushed lightly. "Well, I'll admit the main reason I took it was because of you. I wanted to work with you. I'm not much of an actor when it comes to suspense thrillers. I haven't done many of them since my youth. This is something new for you as well. You're breaking out of your big screen action genre."

Jamie nodded. "True. I've just grown tired of kicking ass all the time. I want to be taken as seriously on screen as I was on stage. I thought it was time for me to play a bad guy to accomplish that. I've never been one, well except when I played Rizzo in 'Grease', but there was nothing really bad about her. She was just a slut. It'll be nice to be beaten by a little pixie like you for a change," she teased, lighting her cigarette.

There was a lull in conversation for a moment, so Sarah asked, "So, is it true what I've read about you being named after James Dean?"

"It's true. My mother was a fan. Jamie Dean Desoto. I legally dropped Desoto after coming to New York. I thought it would give me a little more selling power. The way I look at it, with a namesake like that, I might as well use it to my advantage. I have a reputation to uphold where James Dean is concerned. Take this outfit for example. Fans like to see me dressed like a rebel, but if it were really up to me, I'd be meeting you in an Armani suit. That's the least a beautiful woman like you would deserve."

Choosing not to comment on Jamie's flirting words, Sarah said, "I knew I recognized this outfit. Your namesake wears something like this in one of his movies. Which one is it?"

"'Rebel Without A Cause'. What did I say? A reputation."

The blonde nodded. Looking around the bar, she stated, "This is an interesting place. I've never been here before."

Jamie chuckled. "I figured as much, but a little speculation about us couldn't hurt the movie ratings."

"True, very true," Sarah agreed, taking a sip of her wine.

"So, what to you think of the script?" Jamie inquired.

"It's good, very different. Audiences will definitely be surprised, I think."

"Dismayed is probably a better word. They'll never know it's me dressed as a man to begin with, and my male character playing your love interest will be intriguing. When they find out at the end, I think they'll be shocked into immobility. It definitely has a 'Silence of the Lambs' and 'The Crying Game' feel to it. This is quite a stretch for you as an actress, Sarah. I mean, I have to stretch myself here by playing a transsexual psycho killer. The closest I've ever come to this was playing the cross-dressing lead in 'Victor Victoria'. Sure you're ready for your role?"

She shrugged. "You mean the sex scenes, I take it. Well, I'm having sex with your male character, and neither of us is going to be naked really. It's just a part of film. I haven't given it any thought. Have you?"

"A little. The scene itself is nothing. It's the fact the audience will retroactively think about the two of us having sex once they realize I'm really me dressed as a man who is really a transsexual. There are some steamy scenes between us. In the last one when I try to kill you there is no doubt there that I'm both then, and that is definitely one of the more erotically horrifying moments."

Sarah shrugged again. "Jamie, I've done sex scenes before. These will be like the rest of them. I've had sex scenes with lots of men that aren't my husband and been okay with it. There's no reason why this should be any different simply because you are a woman. I'm a professional. Kissing you is just like kissing any of them. I've worked hard to get this role, Jamie. I've been in this business for more than a decade, and this film is my chance to prove to Hollywood once and for all that I am an Oscar contender. It is the perfect part to exhibit my talents, and I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that."

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. I just wanted to make sure you were fine with it," the brunette mentioned.

"What about you? These will be your first sex scenes. Are you feeling comfortable with them?"

Jamie smiled. "I should be so lucky as to get to have sex with a woman like you. I have no problems with it," she teased with a sly grin. "This will be the first time I've kissed a woman in front of a camera though. I usually hide that stuff from the paparazzi, so that might take some getting used to, but I couldn't have asked for a better counterpart than you for that," she flirted. Sarah flushed but surprisingly didn't feel uncomfortable with the overt sexual innuendo. "I understand wanting an Oscar, Sarah. I was that way until I won my Tony. I wouldn't mind having an Oscar myself to sit next to it."

"What do you think of the title?" Sarah asked.

"'Mortal Games' makes it sound like the thriller it is I suppose, but as far as liking it, it's not my favorite. What about you?"

The blonde shrugged. "I agree, but they don't pay us to pick titles. Although we can always hope they change it before the release."

A knock on her trailer door brought Sarah back to the present. She knew it was time to go get into makeup for the first scene, so she left her cozy refuge and followed one of the assistants to the makeup trailer.

A little later that morning Sarah was just waiting around the set for Jamie as she talked to the director when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, her eyes fell upon a tall, handsome, dark-haired man. He didn't say anything, prompting her to question what he wanted.

Cracking a grin he questioned, "You don't recognize me? Good."

"Jamie?" Sarah inquired, looking closer. She could see the glint in dark eyes and identified the smile.

"In the flesh," she answered in her familiar way.

"Wow. You look incredible. I hardly knew it was you. That facial hair looks so real," she stated, instinctively reaching up to touch her counterpart's dark goatee.

Jamie nipped playfully at the blonde's fingertips. "Am I sexy enough to sweep Special Agent Jessica Stuart off her feet?" she joked.

"Oh, I think so," Sarah replied with a smile. "You're damn near sexy enough to sweep any woman off her feet."

"You included?" Jamie pressed in flirtation. Sarah only flushed in response as the director called their names. Both being complete professionals, they dropped their lighthearted antics and immediately focused on the task at hand.

That evening as shooting was called a wrap for the day, Jamie went to undress. As she stood in the costume trailer shedding the clothes that transformed her into her male character, she thought of her co-star. She knew Sarah was married with a child, but she couldn't help but letting her lustful thoughts wander. She found the blonde irresistibly attractive, always had. That was her real reason for requesting Sarah's presence on the project even though she hadn't told anyone. She wanted the opportunity to see if her crush was as amazing in person as on the screen, and after the first day of shooting, her answer was Sarah Talbot was more so.

The petite woman had a high degree of professionalism, which Jamie respected. Sarah worked hard, always staying on task and rarely missing her lines or cues, impressing the taller woman. She had heard about the serious dedication Sarah held for her job but seeing it in action was refreshing, especially after some of the other actors she had worked with who threw tantrums when things hadn't gone their way. However, the blonde wasn't that way at all. She had made suggestions throughout the day but never got offended or discouraged if they weren't heeded. Sarah Talbot was a rarity in the business, she concluded, much like herself.

When she was finished disrobing for the day and had slipped into her own clothes for her journey back to the luxurious condos that had been arranged for all the actors, she wondered what the blonde was doing that evening. Even though they were in Washington, D.C., Jamie was too awake to call it a night. Her body was still on New York time when the days didn't even begin until long after the sun had set. After being driven back to her place, she took the elevator up to Sarah's floor instead of her own. Getting to the door, she casually knocked.

Sarah was just lounging on the floor with her daughter when she heard the knock. Wondering who it could be, she picked up the blonde baby that looked so much like her, placing her on her hip and moved to answer the door. Seeing Jamie she smiled. "Hi."

"Hi. I'm sorry. I didn't realize your daughter was here. I just was seeing if you had plans this evening, but apparently you already do," she mentioned.

"Oh, yes. This is my daughter, Eve. My husband came down to see me for the weekend actually. He just ran out to get us some dinner."

"Well, some other time then. Have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Well, wait. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"No thank you. I think I'd rather go find some trouble. See you bright and early," she said with a smile.

"All right. Good night."

Going up the staircase instead of the elevator, Jamie went to her condo. She decided to go out, so she wouldn't spend the evening thinking about the woman she wanted but couldn't have. She would simply find a substitute for the night, so after a quick shower and meal, she headed to one of the local lesbian bars.

Sarah was still on the floor playing with Eve when her husband returned. "Miss me?" he asked with a smile, setting bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter.

"Yes," the blonde woman answered, moving to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. "What are you making us tonight?"

"Well, I had hoped I could convince you to cook," he suggested gently. "You're so much better at it than I am."

"Robert," she whined.

"Please, Sarah? I traveled all the way from New York with Eve today."

"And I worked all day. Come on," she pushed.

He sighed in defeat. "All right. I'll cook but only because I love you."

She squeezed his frame. "I love you too, Robert," she answered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Maybe once after Eve goes down for the night I can show you how much."

"I like the sound of that," he answered with a grin.

Later that night, after Eve had been put down and she had made love with her husband of two years, Sarah laid awake lazily caressing Robert's blonde hair as he slept against her breast and thought of the woman who lived above her. She wondered where Jamie had gone that night, figuring it was to a bar or club. She knew if she wasn't tied down with a husband and child, she would like to be doing that as well but knew it wasn't possible. She had made her choices when she had gotten pregnant with Eve while she and Robert were dating and married him before she felt truly ready to commit her life to him as a mate. In her opinion, it was the only option she truly had being only twenty-three at the time, and she felt lucky her reputation hadn't suffered for the mishap. However, Jamie was free from such commitments, making Sarah slightly envious for the carefree life the brunette seemed to have. She figured the only thing the tall woman had to concern herself with was which woman to pursue.

It hadn't taken much to get a confirmation of the brunette's sexuality. Jamie's way with women made it obvious. During their first meeting, she had made it clear with her roaming eyes and sweet tongue, but Sarah hadn't paid it any heed. She was flattered by the attention and found it amusing to see the brunette in action. When the concentration wasn't directly on her, Sarah found it fun to watch women react to the striking actress.

Idly she pondered what type of woman Jamie found attractive. Through their short acquaintance, the blonde hadn't noticed a pattern to the women the tall woman laid her eyes upon. It truly seemed that any lady with a bright smile turned the sexy woman's head. Curiously Sarah wondered if Jamie had a significant other back in New York. She hadn't mentioned anyone during their first meeting, so she wondered if the brunette would have any visitors while they were on location.

As Jamie sat in the bar that night, her gaze roamed freely about the female patrons. She smiled as a small blonde caught her eyes across the way. She seemed to be a prime candidate for the actress's attention that evening, so she slowly made her way through grinding women to the little lady seated at a round table with friends. Putting on her sexiest smile, she greeted, "Ladies, how are you this evening?" They all welcomed her cordially. Focusing on the blonde, she asked, "Would you like to dance?"

"Sure," she answered casually.

Extending her hand to help her to the floor, the actress said, "I'm Jamie Dean."

"I know," the small woman giggled. "I'm Rachel."

"Nice to meet you, Rachel."

Taking them to an empty space on the floor, Jamie placed an arm around Rachel's waist as they began to move to the seductive beat. The smaller woman was a good dancer, further fueling the brunette's interest. Based on her past experience, she knew that any woman who could move her hips like that would be an active lover. Taking the initiative to make things more intimate between them, she slipped her other arm around the blonde and pulled her closer until they were body to body. Rachel responded accordingly, sliding arms around the tall woman's neck. They danced for several songs before the blonde suggested they go to the bar for beverages. Jamie obliged her.

Several hours passed in each other's company. As the alcohol and songs flowed one to another, Jamie could tell taking Rachel home would not be a problem. Wanting to see and feel more of the woman who had occupied her night, she suggested they leave the club for more personal conversation. She was surprised but pleased at how quickly her company agreed.

Sometime in the middle of the night Sarah awoke startled from sleep. Sitting up in bed, she wondered what had jolted her from her dreams. Looking next to her, she saw Robert stir and mumble, "What was that noise?"

"I don't know," Sarah answered, straining to hear if anything was amiss in the condo. She heard the racket again but coming from the floor above hers. Whoever was in the room directly above them was crashing around. She could only imagine what Jamie was doing to cause such a ruckus.

"Man, you have a loud neighbor. You're going to have to talk to someone about that," Robert grumbled, turning over and closing his eyes again.

Sarah tried to ignore the noise as she settled herself again, but her mind was too active. Her thoughts were with the woman above her, wondering what she was doing to be causing such sounds. Her first thoughts were fervent, that the tall actress had another woman with her, and they were in the throes of passion. Upon hearing a cry coming through the ceiling, she knew that had to be the case. Deciding it would just be best to try to disregard it, she placed a pillow over her head and tried to go back to sleep.

The following morning Robert and Eve went to the set with Sarah. Jamie arrived alone and hung over. The two women ran into each other in the makeup trailer. "Morning," Jamie mumbled, sipping her coffee before plopping down on the sofa.

"Good morning, party animal. You were up late last night."

"How did you know?"

"Because I heard you and your guest banging around up there most of the night. We really have to work on that. I have a baby at my place. I can't have you waking Eve up every time you get the inclination for a woman in your bedroom," she chided lightly.

Jamie groaned and raised her sunglasses to rub her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't realize."

"Well, I forgive you this once. You didn't know. So, who was she?"

"A woman I met out. Her name is Rachel."

"Are you going to see her again?" the blonde asked in interest.

"Yes. She gave me her number. She's a cute little thing, a lot like you actually. I invited her to dinner tonight, but she said she wanted to cook for me. I'm not sure if we're doing it at her place or mine."

"Well, if it is at yours, bring her by. I'd like to meet her. Robert and I'll be in tonight."

"Okay."

"Well, I should get into costume. See you in a bit. Hope you feel better," Sarah said, standing up from her chair.

"Yeah. I'll be good as new by the time we shoot. Don't worry about a thing," Jamie replied, taking her turn in the makeup chair.

True to her word, Jamie looked perfectly normal by the time they shot their first scene of the day. They worked straight through until lunch. When a break was called, Sarah disappeared while Jamie went to get some food. Wondering where the little blonde was, she decided to head back to the actress's trailer with some food for both of them. Knocking loudly on the door, she waited for an answer. When Sarah called for her to come in, the tall woman prepared a smile and stepped into the trailer. The small woman was sitting on her sofa with Eve in her arms.

"Hey. I didn't realize Eve was here. I thought you might be hungry," she stated.

"Oh, thanks, Jamie. That's sweet of you," Sarah said. Just then the door to the bathroom opened, admitting Robert.

He stared at Jamie quizzically for a moment before Sarah took the initiative to introduce them. "Honey, this is Jamie Dean. Jamie, my husband, Robert Dawson."

"Hey. How's it going?" Jamie asked, extending her hand.

Robert shook it. "I didn't recognize you in that get up. I'm a fan of your work."

"Likewise," the tall woman answered, even though she wasn't really. In fact, she hated his films, feeling his acting skills were far from what Sarah's were. "I didn't know you and Eve were on the set today. I had just come by with some lunch for Sarah. Had I known though I would've brought more."

"It's all right. We'll get something a bit later. Thanks anyway," he mumbled, taking a seat on the couch. "Right now all I really want is a little alone time with my lady."

Knowing a brush off when she heard one, Jamie nodded. Taking it in stride however she answered, "I understand that. Who wouldn't? Well, I'll just let you be then. I need to go call Rachel anyway and see if I can solidify those plans tonight. Enjoy your time."

Sarah watched the woman walk out of her trailer before frowning at her husband. "Robert, what was that? You didn't have to be so rude."

"What are you talking about? I wasn't rude. I want to have time alone with you. She said she understood."

"Yeah but that doesn't make it right."

"Come on, Sarah. Don't get all defensive now. The less time you spend with Jamie Dean the better in my opinion. It's one thing to work with her but quite another to spend your leisure time in her company. I've heard things about that woman," he said.

"Things like what, Robert?" Sarah asked, not liking the tone she was beginning to hear in her husband's voice.

"You know, that she's a lesbian."

"So are a lot of women we know. Why is Jamie an issue?"

"Because I've heard she's got more arms than a damn octopus."

"Oh, Robert, you don't honestly think that she would try something with me."

He shrugged. "I don't know, but I don't think we should test the theory either. Just stay away from her to be safe. Let this Rachel girl take care of the overindulgent star."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Robert, I've never known you to be the jealous type, and I don't like it. Jamie's my co-worker, and furthermore I like her. I'll spend time with her if I want to."

"Fine but when she gets you in her clutches and you need rescuing, don't say I didn't warn you," he grumbled.

The blonde woman laughed lightly. "That'll be highly unlikely."

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I think you're secretly attracted to Jamie Dean," he accused jokingly. "Why else would you act in this pseudo-lesbian erotic thriller?" he pushed.

"It's called money, honey. The price was right. For as much as they're paying me for this, I can kiss Jamie Dean with tongue a few times."

"Yeah because you secretly like her," he pestered.

"That's not it. I secretly like the sound of coins clinking into my pocket each time I feel her tongue in my mouth," she whispered sexually, giving him her best bedroom eyes.

He moaned lightly. "Well, thinking about you with another woman does have its advantages," he confessed. "Just wish it wasn't with Jamie Dean. I'd prefer it be someone like Tabitha Reid."

"Tabby? Oh, please, Robert. I wouldn't kiss Tabby for anything. She's too good a friend to hop into bed with, regardless of the price," she said with a laugh. "Besides Jamie has a hotter body."

"See. There. I knew you had a thing for her," he jested. "Although I heard Tabby has a thing for her too. Rumor has it that the infamous Jamie Dean has had Miss Reid."

"And what trashy magazine did you read that in, Robert?"

"Several so it has to be true," he joked.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me," Sarah stated tired of the banter. He obliged her. When it broke the blonde said, "Maybe we should just ask Tabby when she comes on the set. She's coming in to do her cameo sometime this week."

"I didn't know she was going to be in the movie. What roll does she play?"

"Just a small bit. She plays Jamie's victim in the first murder scene where she kills her as they're having sex."

Robert groaned. "Oh. Why does Jamie get all the good parts? She gets to have sex with you and Tabby in the same movie? We, men, don't get this lucky. Too bad I won't be around to see that though. I have to fly out of here tomorrow for my own shoot."

"That is too bad. I don't like being apart for as long as we will be this time."

"Yeah I know, but I haven't worked in so long. This is an important job for me."

"I know, but it'll be a big hit, and you'll find work again. I have faith."

He shrugged. "Yeah, I hope so. It's people like Jamie Dean who make it difficult for me to get action parts though. I guess it's hard to compete with a washboard stomach and a rack. I've never seen anyone who looked that good in spandex and camouflage."

"I think secretly you're attracted to Jamie Dean," his wife accused jokingly.

"Well, the whole lesbian thing is a turn off in her case. She's too butch for boys."

"I'd have to disagree with that. I've heard men comment about her. Girls do love her though. You know what we heard last night was her entertaining this Rachel woman."

"Seriously? My God. It was like a tornado up there. What were they doing? Setting the record for the world's loudest fucking?"

"Jealous that you don't have her stamina?" Sarah questioned.

"Yeah, well, strap her with a child and see how she does?" he answered without regard to his statement.

However, Sarah took the quip personally. "Strapped with a child? Is that what you really think I did to you?" she asked, her demeanor suddenly changing.

"That's not how I meant it, honey. I just meant she has the time to stay in shape for those vigorous workouts where with Eve we barely have time to sleep much less have strenuous sex. I'm just saying if she were in our position she probably wouldn't be able to keep up her late night activities. That's all I meant."

"But you said strapped with a child, Robert. That's not nice. You make it sound as if I forced you into having Eve," she stated with a pout. "Is that how you really feel about our daughter, Robert?"

"Of course not, Sarah. It's just that things would be so different now if we didn't have her. We could be more like Jamie, enjoying the life someone in their twenties should."

"Oh, I see. You'd rather be out partying and having sex with strangers," gruffly she replied, starting to become emotional.

"Sarah, what is wrong with you? I never said anything about sleeping with strangers."

"That's what Jamie does, Robert! That's the life she leads! That's what you're saying you want!"

"I only want some of it."

"Well, you know what, Robert? You want it? You got it! You're going off on a shoot away from your family for two months while I take care of Eve and work! You want to play, go play, Robert! Meanwhile I'll be the adult, taking care of our child!" she screamed, getting off her couch. Holding Eve more securely to her chest, she stormed out of her trailer.

She got several feet outside before she realized he wasn't going to follow her. Huffing at the situation, she decided she would just go about her business. Knowing she should take the opportunity to eat and feed Eve, she wandered off in the direction of their temporary mess hall. As she went into the food tent, she saw Jamie sitting with some of the females on the crew, entertaining them with her charm. Getting food for her daughter and herself, Sarah moved to sit alone.

Jamie saw the blonde walk in, but the little woman looked upset, so she wasn't sure she should approach. However, after several minutes when Robert didn't follow, Jamie decided to take the chance. Excusing herself from her present company, she went over to Sarah's table. "Am I interrupting your solitude?" she asked gently.

"Not at all. Please sit," Sarah answered. Jamie did so, choosing the space right next to the little actress.

Seeing Sarah struggling to eat and hold a fidgeting Eve, she offered her assistance. "Why don't I take her off your hands for a minute?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, not wanting to impose her daughter on the tall woman.

"Of course. I love kids. I volunteer at a children's program in Harlem when I'm in town. I love being with them. I think I can handle a little baby if I can handle teenage gang members," she jested, reaching for the blonde child.

Sarah was surprised when Eve went directly to her, because her daughter was usually shy with people. "You're a natural. She doesn't normally do that," she stated, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Jamie made goofy faces at Eve as she answered, "Because she knows she can trust me. She knows I'd never hurt her. Children are very intuitive."

Gazing at the brunette cooing at her daughter, Sarah felt those words wash over her. She knew Jamie was speaking the truth but not only about Eve. The tall actress could be her confidant if she wanted. "So they are," she agreed softly.

Taking that as her opening, Jamie gave Sarah a concerned look. "Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "Robert and I just got into a fight. It's nothing. Comes with the territory of being married."

Jamie nodded. She knew not to push, so she simply went back to enjoying the bundle of energy in her arms. "Eve's quite the mover, huh?" she joked. "I bet she would love it if she got a chance to run for awhile. There's a park near our condos, you know. Maybe someday we could take her there. Or you and Robert could take her. I wouldn't want to impose," she said quickly.

"About that, I'm sorry. He was rude to you."

Jamie shrugged. "I would probably feel the same way if I was married to you. I'd probably want to stay locked away with you and Eve as much as I could too. You're wonderful women," she said, smiling at Eve.

Sarah flushed lightly at the comment. Jamie Dean was more than she seemed. At first Sarah thought there was only the sexy, mysterious exterior, but it was becoming quite clear that there was a softer side to her co-star. "I'd like to take Eve to the park with you sometime," she offered. "After all, she'll be here with me while Robert goes off on a shoot himself. He'll be gone for two months, so it'll be just us."

"Well, now. We'll just have to have some wild milk and cookie parties while Daddy's gone, won't we, Eve? Yeah, we'll make a mess of Mommy's place," she said. The two-year-old laughed in response. Grinning at Sarah, Jamie stated, "Her highness seconds that motion, Sarah. What do you say?"

"Sounds like fun," she answered with her first smile since she had come in.

"Good. It's a date then. How lucky am I to get the company of two ladies?" she rhetorically inquired.

That evening when shooting was done for the day, Sarah returned to her trailer to find a note from Robert, saying he had left early for his shoot and that he would see her in a couple of months. It hurt the blonde that he hadn't bothered to say good-bye to his daughter or her. In fact, he had never walked out this way, even with all the fights they had over the years they had known each other. This was the first time his actions turned especially callous. The blonde wanted to cry at her husband's childish, heartless behavior.

Jamie was in her condo preparing for her evening with Rachel when she heard a knock on her door. Checking her watch she noticed it was too early for her company, so she was curious who it was. Going to the door, she threw it open to find Sarah standing there with Eve next to her, clutching tightly to her mother's leg shyly.

The brunette smiled down at the little girl. "Hi, Eve," she exclaimed with a smile, immediately squatting down to be more on the child's level. Instantly the blonde child smiled back and stepped toward Jamie's outstretched hands. "Hey, Sarah. What's up? Come on in," she suggested, assisting Eve into the condo by the hand. The blonde stepped inside, and Jamie shut the door behind her. "What brings you here?"

"I was just going to take Eve on a walk and was wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Oh, I'd love to, but Rachel's coming over. I'd love the company until then though."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Sarah mentioned. She didn't really want to be alone since she was still upset, but she didn't want to tell Jamie about her fight with Robert either.

"You could never impose. Have a seat. You want a drink or something?"

"Water, if you have it," she answered.

"And for milady?" she asked Eve, taking her little sippy cup from her hand. "Juice?" she inquired, looking at Sarah.

"Yeah but diluted with water a little. Thanks, Jamie."

"Anything for this darling," the tall woman answered with a smile, running her hand through Eve's blonde locks.

A few moments later she returned from the kitchen with three drinks. Instead of sitting on the couch with Sarah, the brunette sat on the floor with the two-year-old and handed her the cup again. Eagerly Eve took it and brought it to her mouth to drink. "She's so beautiful, Sarah," Jamie mentioned. "Just like her mother."

Sarah felt the blush rise in her cheeks at the comment. She realized she was doing that a lot with the tall woman around, but Jamie had a way of making her feel special. "You're really good with children. Do you want any of your own?"

"You mean other than the one I already have? Someday, I guess. I need to find that special lady first who could put up with me for a lifetime first," she joked lightly. "I'm a difficult person to be with."

"You have a child? I had no idea. Where are they?"

"Not many people know that. She's with her aunt, uncle, and cousins on Staten Island."

"What's her name?" Sarah asked hesitantly, unsure of whether she should be pressing or not. Jamie seemed somewhat reluctant to share.

"Her name is Katrina Taylor-Dean, and she just turned seven."

"Seven? How old are you, Jamie?"

"I'm twenty-seven."

The blonde nodded. "May I ask about her? I mean if you'd rather not talk about her, we don't have to. I'm just surprised."

"We can talk about her. I just don't normally tell people about her, because I don't want the press finding out about her and making her life difficult or anything like that. Katrina's mother and I met when I was twenty years old. I had gotten into a bar fight which sent me to the ER for stitches," she began with a little laugh. "There was a nurse on duty that night who attended to me named Stephanie Taylor, and the moment I saw her, I was captivated. She was this spunky little blonde, full of energy and life. She had the softest touch and manner about her. I was enamored from first sight. I left that night without any information about her, but I was so drawn to her I went back the next day and found out some information. I brought her flowers, because I've never been shy about going after what I want. She sweetly accepted them, and we started talking. I found out her boyfriend had just left her, and she was two months pregnant. I didn't care though. There was just something about her. We became casual friends, and I sort of helped her through her pregnancy. I was in the delivery room when Katrina was born. It was so beautiful. We had become closer by then. We'd started dating but obviously hadn't consummated the relationship due to the pregnancy. After Katrina was born, I just sort of found myself living with them, and before I knew it, Stephanie and I were inseparable. I honestly believed she was the one I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. I was doing Broadway by then, and Stephanie still worked as a nurse. Life was good for the three of us. Then when Katrina was two things changed. One night I found a lump in Stephanie's breast," she mumbled softly. Her voice started to fail her, so she stopped for a moment. Seeing the tall woman struggling, Sarah put an arm around her shoulders instinctively in support. "She had cancer. By the time I found it though, it was too late. Nothing worked for her. For two long years I tried to help her through surgery and chemo, but it was a losing battle from the beginning, and we all knew it. Stephanie passed away when Katrina was four. It was her wish that I adopt Katrina as my own. I petitioned the State of New York to do so, but they saw fit to only let me be her partial legal guardian. They gave Stephanie's sister partial custody as well. I guess they thought I was too young and irresponsible at the time, and they were probably right. I'm sure there wouldn't be a problem now if I wanted sole custody, but I don't want to fight with Stephanie's family like that. We've all just come to an amiable understanding. I love that little girl as if she were my own flesh. She barely remembers her mother, but I never let her forget the angel who brought her into the world. She's my daughter, but she'll always be Stephanie's as well."

Sarah took a deep breath as tears rolled down her face. The sadness in her friend's voice broke her heart. They sat in silence for a few minutes just watching Eve. When she had regained her composure, the blonde asked, "May I ask why she doesn't travel with you?"

Jamie gave a little shrug. "That's no life for a child. I want Katrina to have a normal upbringing. She lives with Stephanie's sister and brother-in-law, and she has cousins her age. She gets to go to a regular school and have normal friends. She's better off there. I try very hard to spend as much time with her as I can when I'm in New York and occasionally invite her and her cousins to shoots, but she'd rather be at home with them having fun. Being on a set or in a trailer isn't a lot of entertainment for a seven-year-old, especially since she hardly gets to see me then. It was a hard decision to make. I didn't want her to suffer because of my career, but it's hard to be without her too. Broadway was much easier for me in that respect, because I could see her all the time, but I wanted to make the break into movies." After another lengthy pause, the tall woman stated, "So, to answer your original question, if I found another woman who could put up with me, I think I'd like to have children. I just don't think there's anyone out there who could understand my life as it is."

"That's hard to believe. You seem so charming. I think any woman would be lucky to have you."

"Charm has nothing to do with it. Women want to own me. They want to tie me down, clip my wings, but I'm like a bird. I need to soar. I need to feel free, even if it is only an illusion. Stephanie was good at making me feel that way."

"Then you'll just have to find the woman who wants to fly next to you. I'm sure there are many who feel the way you do."

"The thing is I don't think I could handle it if my lady was independent like me. I kind of want a homebody, someone who wants to have kids and take care of them. I guess that's kind of a double standard, huh?"

"Not necessarily. I'm sure there are a lot of women who'd be happy to be that for you as well. Personally if I wasn't acting, I'd like to be a full-time mother. There's no greater joy than being with Eve, and I find great comfort at home. I'm a homebody to the core even though you'd never know it."

"I could see all that," Jamie replied, looking at the little child, who was busy investigating her shoes at the moment. "Eve's a special girl, Sarah. You're extremely lucky."

"Thank you. I think so," she said moving to the floor as well to be closer to the topic of their conversation. Her body brushed Jamie's slightly. The adults were silent as they merely watched Eve for a few minutes.

When the little girl was tired of Jamie's shoes, she waddled up to her mother again, throwing herself into her mother's chest. "Mama," she mumbled, snuggling into to her generous endowment.

"Could I ask you about Stephanie?" Sarah inquired. When Jamie nodded, she asked, "What was she like? How old was she?"

"She was twenty-eight when we met, only thirty-two when she died. She was amazing, Sarah. She was an excellent nurse, had a professional yet comforting manner about her. At home she was everything I ever wanted. There were times when she was a tomcat," she mentioned with a devilish grin. "Her touch could set me on fire. No other woman has ever had that effect on me. Of course she was soft and yielding too. There was nothing like making love to her. She was also such a good mother. She adored Katrina from the moment she was born. We both did. Her blue eyes would just ignite when Katrina was near, a lot like the way yours do with Eve. We had a happy family and home, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world. I would give anything, my fame, my fortune to have her back again. I'd even give my very life just to see her sweet face once more. She loved me in a way I've never known. She supported me and every dream I had. I've never had someone like that, but she also kept me in check," she joked. "After all, I was still young. However, it was easy to be faithful to her. I couldn't have survived without her."

"She sounds like the perfect woman," Sarah stated, snuggling closer to her companion to extend further support.

"She was. As much as I miss her, I know I have to move on. She would want me to. I know she would like to see me happy and settled with another woman, raising Katrina and building new memories." Instinctively wrapping an arm around Sarah, the brunette put her head down against the blonde locks. Silence prevailed for a few minutes. It felt good to hold the little actress that way. What the tall woman didn't voice was that she saw the same qualities in Sarah as she had in Stephanie all those years ago, which made her all the more attractive to her. After the lengthy pause, Jamie smiled at the pair of towheads. It was a beautiful sight to see them resting in each other's embrace. "I imagine you were just as cute as Eve when you were a little girl," she commented. "A sweet, perfect angel."

Sarah laughed lightly. "And I bet you were a little hellion."

Jamie gave a devious grin. "If you only knew."

After a brief pause, Sarah hesitantly inquired, "Could I ask you something personal?"

"Sure. What do you want to know?"

"Do you have a girlfriend now? My husband's under the impression you're dating Tabby Reid."

"Tabitha Reid? I should be so lucky," she teased with a chuckle. "Tabitha and I are good friends, but she isn't my girlfriend. I don't really get serious, because it wouldn't be fair to any woman. If I were serious with Tabitha or any one else, I couldn't feel free to be myself. Tabitha's quite alluring though. If someone could tame me, I think it would be a woman like her or you, Sarah. She has to be extraordinary to get me to go that extra step. However, Tabitha isn't a lesbian, so there's no point in trying to win her affections. She wouldn't be able to commit to me even if I was able to with her. You know?"

The blonde nodded. "Sounds like you've contemplated Tabby as an option though."

"Who wouldn't?" countered Jamie with a one-sided grin as Eve made a move toward her. The tall woman accepted the child into her arms.

There was a pause in conversation for a moment while both women just enjoyed the closeness they were sharing. However, then Sarah curiously inquired, "How did you get interested in acting, Jamie?"

The older woman shrugged. "I've just always been into it. I did stage at the community centers when I was just a kid. In high school I seemed to win the lead in every production, especially when it came to musicals. I guess people were just impressed with my voice. It's just always been my passion. Right after I graduated I ran off to New York with only my determination to make it. I struggled for about a year doing odd jobs and stuff, but then I met a woman that changed my professional life. Her name was Cara Lebowitz. I don't know if you know her, but she's a brilliant Broadway director. I've been in several of her productions. Anyway, I was fortunate enough to meet Cara. She seemed to be taken with me, at least physically, so I used that to my advantage, especially since she was not hard on the eyes if you know what I mean. Sleeping with one of the best certainly had its rewards. I started getting parts everywhere. We made quite a pair, but then I met Stephanie about a year after that. Thankfully Cara didn't take it personally. She had set her sights on a wealthier woman more her age, the woman who actually helped me petition New York for Katrina, my attorney, Blake Erwin. We still remained friends, and she got me my first lead in a Broadway show. Cara has been instrumental in a lot of areas of my life. She gave me a jump on a career and introduced me to some incredible influential women. When I wanted to break into movies, she even convinced one of her friends, Torrance Whitfield, who is a photographer, to get my face in as many magazines as possible. She's been an important part of my life, and I consider her one of my best friends."

Sarah nodded. "I think I've met Cara on a few occasions through Torrance and Blake actually. We're good friends. Tor's shot me several times for different magazines, and Blake just happens to be my attorney as well. Have you met her wife, Georgia?"

"Yeah. She's gorgeous. The night I met her was actually the night they got engaged. Blake caught me flirting with her. Of course I didn't know at the time," she joked.

Sarah laughed lightly. "Georgia is great. She's a good friend of mine. I bet you were taken with the accent."

"She does have that sweet drawl," Jamie admitted. "Enough about Georgia though. Do you know who is a real looker? Tor's wife, Helen. Oh my God. Talk about heavenly."

Sarah nodded. "Yes. I've heard Helen described that way by just about everyone who meets her. I'm friends with her too. She and Georgia are inseparable. I guess since their wives are best friends it seems fitting that they are as well. It seems strange that we both know all these people but have never met until now."

"True but I'm glad to know you now. You remind me so much of Stephanie, Sarah. You have the same fire for life and the same adoration for your child. It makes me reminisce about the best times of my life." Before Sarah could even respond to the compliment, there was another knock on the door. "Excuse me a moment," she stated standing.

Sarah watched as the muscular woman made her way toward the door with Eve in her arms. It was a pleasure to see someone adore her daughter as much as she did. Robert never gave Eve attention the way Jamie was, and she was just as pleased that her daughter was taken with the dark-haired woman.

When Jamie pulled open the door, Rachel was standing there with grocery bags in her hands. She was obviously surprised to see a child in the tall woman's arms. "You have a baby?" she questioned without a hello.

"Oh, no. She isn't mine. Come on in. I want you to meet someone." Escorting her date for the evening back into the den, she introduced, "Rachel, this is Sarah Talbot and her daughter, Eve. Sarah, this is Rachel."

Sarah rose to her feet to shake the woman's hand. She couldn't help but notice the similarities between Rachel and Tabby and herself with her blonde hair and slight build. "It's nice to meet you, Rachel."

"It's so wonderful to meet you. I'm a huge fan of yours," the blonde gushed.

The small actress flushed gracefully. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

"Here. Let me take those bags off your hands," Jamie suggested, reaching for the ones in Rachel's hands. She easily picked them up while balancing Eve in her other arm.

When she returned from the kitchen, Sarah said, "I better get going. I know you have dinner plans."

"No, stay here. The more the merrier. Robert's welcome too," the brunette invited, not wanting to relinquish the joy in her arms or lose sight of the angel's mother just yet.

"Robert actually left today for his shoot, so it's just Eve and me," she said.

Jamie noticed the sadness in her co-worker's blue eyes. Figuring it had something to do with her sudden appearance that evening, she didn't want the blonde to be alone. "Well, how about just you and Eve then? You have to eat," she pushed, not even bothering to check with her date about including others.

Sarah spared a look at Rachel. She could tell the plan was not what she had in mind but wasn't going to say anything. In truth, the actress didn't want to be alone to think about what had gone wrong that day. Smiling at them she responded, "All right. You convinced us. After all, Eve looks pretty comfortable on your big, strong shoulder." Her hand rubbed her child's fair hair. The picture of the tall woman holding her baby as she bestowed affection on her seemed familiar and intimate in that moment. She met dark eyes and held their gaze for a minute.

"Well, I guess I should get to that cooking then," Jamie announced after a moment. "You three ladies enjoy yourselves here in the living room." She handed Eve back to her mother.

"Do you need help?" Rachel inquired.

"You can help if you want. I don't mind people in my kitchen."

For the next few hours the three women sat around the small table talking. The tall woman let the two blondes lead most of the conversation over dinner as she just sat there enjoying the talk. Throughout most of the meal, Eve was insistent on being held by Jamie, so she obliged with pleasure.

Even as enthralled as Sarah was with the adult conversation, her eyes kept straying to her friend. It was adorable to see the tall woman cradling such a tiny baby, and she felt a sensation creeping into her heart that she hadn't in quite awhile. She felt joy for her daughter, knowing Eve was safe, secure, and well-attended in the strong arms that held her. Her little girl had formed quite an intimate bond with the woman she had known less than a day, but instead of feeling threatened by it, Sarah felt peaceful that someone revered Eve as much as she did.

Finally, when she noticed her baby was sleeping soundly against Jamie's shoulder, she knew it was time to leave the two women alone. She smiled at them saying, "I think it's time I take my little one home."

"So soon?" Jamie questioned, looking at the bundle in her arms. Eve was slouched down toward her chest clutching to her cotton button down and drooling as she slept soundly. "She's fine where she is."

Sarah shook her head as she stood. "No. I've taken enough of your time this evening. Besides, we have an early start in the morning, and with Robert gone I have to deal with Eve alone."

Jamie took to her feet slowly as to not wake the baby. "Well, all right, if you must. I'll walk you back."

"You don't have to. You have company."

"Don't be silly," she insisted. "Rachel, I'm just going to make sure they get back to their place all right. I'll be back in about five or ten minutes. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll just start on the dishes."

"Great," the brunette answered, bestowing a kiss on her date's cheek for her cooperation. "I'll be back in a few."

"It was nice meeting you, Rachel," Sarah said with a smile.

"You too, Sarah."

Jamie and Sarah moved out of the tall woman's condo. They walked quietly to the stairwell to take the one flight down to the blonde's place. When they arrived at the door, there was no discussion as she unlocked it. Jamie didn't wait for an invitation, instead walking right in. "Where does the little one go?" she whispered.

"I'll take her," Sarah stated.

"No. It's fine. Just tell me where she sleeps."

Giving a nod Sarah motioned for Jamie to follow her. They made their way back into the master bedroom. The petite woman went to the dresser and pulled out Eve's pajamas for her. Carefully Jamie laid the little girl down on the king-sized bed and started to remove her clothes. Sarah handed her the pajamas and then proceeded to make a makeshift bed for Eve on Robert's side of the bed.

"She'll just sleep here with me while Robert's gone. I don't like her being in a different room when it's just us," Sarah whispered.

"Understandable," Jamie answered, settling Eve into the place Sarah had made for her. Leaning down to the fair head, the tall woman kissed it before murmuring, "Sweet dreams, angel."

Sarah relished the picture for a moment. When Jamie turned to her, she cleared her head from the thoughts she was having. "I'll walk you out," she whispered.

They walked silently through the condo to the door. Jamie turned to look down at her companion. Without encouragement she reached for the blonde, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a loose one-armed hug. "I'm sorry you were upset tonight. I'm sure whatever you and Robert were fighting about will pass."

Sarah nodded. "Thank you for the dinner and company. And thank you for trusting me enough to talk about Stephanie and Katrina. I'm honored, and I'll keep your confidence. Maybe someday I could meet your obvious pride and joy?"

"She'd love that. She's a big fan of yours, well, from the one G-rated movie you've made anyway," she teased. "Dinner was my pleasure. You girls are always welcome at my place. I hope you come up often." Leaning down quickly she lightly brushed her lips against Sarah's forehead. "Good night, Sarah. Sweet dreams," she murmured in an alluring timbre.

Sarah gulped as the words struck a chord in her she didn't recognize. For a second she couldn't speak but quickly recovered. "Night, Jamie. You and Rachel keep the noise down up there," she joked.

"Don't worry about that. You'll never know we're screwing. See you tomorrow."

After locking the front door, Sarah made her way back to the master bedroom. She quickly changed her clothes for bed and then settled in with her glasses and a copy of the script. However, she couldn't concentrate on her reading. Instead, her mind wandered back to the evening she had shared with the mysterious Jamie Dean.

The tall woman was nothing like she had assumed. At first sight Jamie was a young, attractive, single woman making the most of her success in all arenas. She eagerly accepted women's attentions wherever she was without a real attachment to any of them. However, now knowing the full story of the brunette, Sarah understood that in the last few years for Jamie the numerous beds were just a way of coping with her loss. She was completely blown away as well when she had learned of Jamie's daughter. That had never been leaked in the press, so she knew the tall woman had an inordinate amount of trust in her for sharing such intimate information about herself. Knowing that, Sarah was determined not to let it be her who allowed out the well-guarded secret.

Now that Jamie had lowered her attitude and ego, and Sarah saw the real woman under all the false bravado, she was even more charmed by the slightly older woman. Her comfort level with her had increased tenfold, and it actually felt good when the strong woman had embraced her. When Jamie had invaded Sarah's personal space, there was something about the air around the actress that seemed familiar. It felt perfectly natural that they should be that close, and it was pleasurable when the feeling seemed mutual.

Thinking about their good bye, Sarah sighed to herself. When Jamie had kissed her on the forehead, her mind instantly thought of other places those lips could be. They were so soft and yet firm too. The strong body and gentle bestowal was an enticing blend of sensations and nothing like what she felt with Robert. He was rigid and forceful where the tall woman was resilient and tender. Even though it was just a kiss on her forehead, she hadn't been kissed in such a manner in years. She wanted the moment to linger.

However, she felt remorseful for her thoughts too. After all she had given her life to another and shouldn't have been exchanging intimate good byes with anyone else. She knew if Robert knew about the simple exchange he would be upset, so she resolved not to speak to him about it. Instead, she decided there would be no harm in indulging in the fantasy of what it might be like to truly kiss Jamie Dean. She knew her moment was coming on the set when they would share their first love scenes, and she strangely looked forward to the moment more so than she ever had with any other counterpart.

Chapter Two

The next morning there was a knock on Sarah's door as she was getting ready for the day. Going to it, she was surprised but pleased to find Jamie standing there. "Good morning, Jamie."

"Morning, Sarah. I was just wondering if you needed any help down here with Eve. I thought I could lend a hand if you wanted."

"That's sweet of you. Thank you. I actually have it though. I was just finishing getting ready. Have a seat though. I'm sure there's someone in the kitchen who would love to see you."

Both of them moved in that direction. As soon as the two-year-old saw Jamie, she smiled brightly waving her oatmeal-covered spoon in her general direction. Of course the movement sent the oatmeal to the table and floor, but Eve didn't seem to notice. "Well, good morning, Eve," Jamie greeted, daring to step closer to the food flinger. "I see you are thoroughly enjoying your breakfast." She dropped a kiss on Eve's blonde locks before sliding into the chair next to her. The little girl excitedly dove into her milk-covered oatmeal again and extended the spoon in the direction of her new friend. "Oh, how sweet. You want to share. Don't mind if I do," the brunette said.

Just as Jamie started to put it in her mouth, Sarah protested, "I wouldn't... do that." It was too late however as the tall woman already had the spoon in her mouth.

As soon as the taste hit Jamie's tongue, she looked up at the blonde. The taste was oddly familiar, but she couldn't place it at first. Regardless, it wasn't pleasant. Holding the oatmeal in her mouth for a moment, she realized what the flavor was. "Is that what I think it is?" she inquired with a mouthful.

"Breast milk," Sarah supplied. "I don't breast feed her any more, but I do still pump for her. The doctors said it's good for her. She likes it in her cereals."

Jamie nodded vigorously as she stood. The tall woman became flustered as she realized that in her mouth she held the nutrient-giving sustenance from the breast of the woman on which she had a large crush. She blushed furiously and quickly stuttered, "Excuse me a moment."

Sarah heard Jamie in the bathroom spitting the food down the sink. She found it somewhat amusing the tall woman was so uncomfortable with the idea. Jamie had been with her own daughter during that stage, but as Sarah thought about the horrible flush that covered the usually composed woman, she realized it was not the breast milk that bothered Jamie. The fact that it was Sarah's milk that Jamie had put it in her mouth was what had embarrassed the brunette. The thought of the dark-haired woman's mouth drinking her milk made her somewhat abashed as well, but she decided it would be fun to extort discomfort out of the older woman in jest.

A few moments later Jamie returned trying to act as if nothing had occurred. However, the blonde still saw the chagrin there, so she decided to play with her friend a little. "What's wrong, Jamie? Did you not like the way I tasted?" she inquired innocently.

The tall woman blushed badly a second time and suddenly found her shoes extremely interesting. "Maybe you should just go finish getting dressed. I'll watch Eve," she suggested.

That day on the set Jamie was supposed to have two love scenes, one with Sarah and one with Tabitha. Knowing she could get the blonde back for that morning's torture, she decided on a plot to make the little woman as uncomfortable as she had been. When the time came for the scene to take place, both actresses listened carefully to the director as to how the scene would be shot. When it was time, Sarah took her position across the bed while Jamie waited on the other side of a door to make her grand entrance. As the director called for action, the brunette knew the time was at hand. She pulled the door opened and stepped into the picture with her eyes focused on Sarah.

The little blonde was draped over the bed sideways wearing a short black dress that dipped extremely low to expose the vast expanse of creamy breasts. Sarah was doing her best to give her most seductive gaze, which struck Jamie deeply. Acting or not, she was thoroughly moved by the look those blues eyes were giving her. She wanted it to be real. Moving toward the bed, the tall woman slid onto it, covering the blonde's body with her own. She looked down at her for a fleeting moment. Sarah's fingers reached up and gently stroked the fake goatee and lips as her part dictated. They had never had even practiced kissing, so this would be their first. Knowing what the scene called for, Jamie leaned down and claimed pink lips fully but not forcefully. They were supposed to be sharing a tender moment. As soon as their mouths connected, Jamie moaned a little, dropping her weight down completely against the smaller woman, whose thighs had parted to hold her. Even though the idea of the scene was for them to have sex, the director didn't want any clothes coming off, limiting what Jamie could do in the process. However, she decided to make it as hot as possible given their parameters. As they exchanged deeper kisses, the brunette slipped her large hand up over the blonde's right breast.

Sarah gave a little gasp as she felt Jamie's hands on her. She hadn't expected the move, but the way the woman's hand was gently cupping and squeezing her breast as her mouth moved down over her neck left the blonde with feelings she normally didn't have on a shoot. She could feel herself starting to become aroused at the combination of stimuli. However, before she totally forgot what they were supposed to be doing, she regained enough of her character to initiate her part. She slipped her hands down between their bodies to Jamie's belt and began to undo it.

Jamie groaned at the feeling of fragile hands fumbling with her belt and then zipper. She desired this moment in the privacy of their bedrooms, not in front of an audience, but she couldn't help but begin to feel excited at being so close to what she really wanted. When her pants were open, she took hold of Sarah's forearms and pinned them above her head on the bed for a few moments as their kissing continued. However, she knew her next part was coming, so she gently began to hike up Sarah's dress enough to give the illusion that they were about to consummate their relationship. Knowing it had to look authentic, Jamie got herself into a better position between Sarah's legs. As she brought her hips up against the blonde's, she thought about doing it for real. Both of them moaned as they began to move in unison, and their mouths joined again.

The brunette just let her feelings guide her through the scene, and it wasn't long until she was truly grinding against the little woman. Her mouth moved all over Sarah, taking in her mouth, neck, ears, and even the slopes of her breasts. In response the blonde's hands roamed freely over the strong actress. They mapped the skin of Jamie's back under her shirt and clutched firmly at the older woman's hips, bringing them closer with each thrust. Remembering her plan of retaliating though, the older woman moved her mouth back to Sarah's ear, which was out of sight from the cameras. Taking the lobe between her teeth, she whispered, "I wish I could fuck you like this for real." Sarah gasped loudly in surprise at the sentiment. Knowing she couldn't leave character though, she merely pulled Jamie closer, running her hands through dark hair. Even though what the brunette said was lewd and unprofessional, the little woman couldn't help but quickly go there, the thought of them really being together. The tall woman was taking her to the edge just by her movements. Jamie then murmured, "Fake an orgasm for me, Sarah."

The blonde moaned. She knew she could do it, but she also realized it wouldn't be much longer before the faking would be truly real. Jamie was working wonders on her even though it was only for pretend. However, she didn't want the older woman to have the last word, so she softly bantered so the camera couldn't see or hear her, "Eat me, Jamie."

Jamie growled in sexual frustration as she still kept the pace of their rocking hips synchronous. Not wanting to let the younger woman have the last word either, she quipped quietly, "With pleasure as long as you come."

Breaking their embrace, Jamie started to descend down the front of the blonde's dress, kissing over her as she went. As her head came to rest between the actress's legs, her body was screaming out of control, and cameras were the last things on her mind. All that mattered was that she had her head between the legs of Sarah Talbot and was about to partake of her fantasy. She panted when she realized she could smell the little woman's essence, and she felt the heat radiating from her core. Jamie wanted to drown in it. Kissing the blonde's bare thigh, she was about to make a move higher when the director screamed for the scene to cut.

Everything was completely silent a moment as Jamie realized where she was and what was really happening around her. Realizing how close her mouth truly was to the most intimate place on her friend's body, she quickly pulled away, at the same time pulling the hem of Sarah's dress down to cover her. Her dark eyes spared a look at blue ones.

Sarah was at a loss when the moment was over. She had lost her focus, instead allowing her true emotions to guide her. It ached to be left unfulfilled. She wanted the brunette to take her, possess her like she had never been in her entire life. She felt a need deep within her that had never been there before with anyone else, even Robert. Neither one of them spoke.

Jamie broke their stare after a second and then started to zip up her pants with trembling hands. She was on the edge and needed immediate relief. Not even waiting for the director to dismiss them, she made a quick exit without a word to anyone, leaving Sarah there alone. As soon as she was in the privacy of the bathroom, she moaned in anguish at what had just taken place.

"Well, I think we could all use a cold bottle of water after that one," the director stated.

Sarah rose from the bed and walked over to him. "You have to cut that last part," she demanded.

"Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in film without it being X- rated. You two are going to burn up the screen with that. It almost seemed like you two forgot the cameras were rolling," he joked lightly.

Sarah scowled at him. "I'm perfectly serious. My husband will have a fit if he sees Jamie Dean's head between my legs on the big screen! No one wants to see that! No one wants to see a straight woman like me being eaten out by a huge lesbian like her! You'll cut it before she goes down on me, or else you'll suffer the consequences!" she screamed.

"But the audience doesn't even know it's Jamie. She's in costume. It's not that big of a deal, Sarah," he tried to defend.

"Cut it, or I quit!" she demanded, storming off toward her trailer.

After Jamie had gotten herself under control, she returned to the set to find Sarah gone. "Where'd she go?" she casually inquired.

"She's throwing a prima donna tantrum," the director grumbled.

"That's hard to believe. What's the matter?"

"She wants me to cut the last part of that scene. She's worried about her husband seeing your face so close to his property," he jested.

Nodding in understanding, Jamie said, "She's right. You should cut it. It wasn't in the script and was a little too racy."

"But it's so good. You two are so natural together. As I told her, it's too good to leave on the cutting room floor."

"If she wants it cut, you should cut it. Have a little consideration for what she's going through. It wasn't supposed to get like that, but she went there with me, even though she didn't have to. You should have the decency to do as she asked this once. Robert will flip, and the audience doesn't really want to see that anyway. You would cut it if you were a concerned and decent director. It's worth walking out on this project if you don't," she calmly threatened.

He rolled his eyes at her and gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine! I'll cut the damn thing where Sarah wants! Now go get her calmed down! We're on a schedule here!"

Heading off to the blonde's trailer, Jamie knocked before entering it. Sarah was pacing the length of her domain angrily as she cried. When she brushed by the tall woman, Jamie tried to reach for her, only to be rebuffed.

"Don't touch me, Jamie!" she screamed. "Don't ever touch me again! What you did was totally unprofessional!"

Jamie nodded her head and dropped it forward guiltily. "You're right, Sarah, and I'm really sorry. I was being childish and petty. I wanted to get you back for embarrassing me this morning, but I took it too far. I'm so sorry," she apologized humbly.

"You never should have groped me like that! That wasn't called for in the script! If you pull shit like that anymore, I will never speak to you again! I'm not some toy or adult movie star! I'm an actress and a professional. I expect the same from you!"

"Again, I'm sorry, Sarah. I heard you asked the scene be cut, and I seconded the idea. It's going to be edited the way you want. I really didn't mean to upset you. It was just in poor taste and judgement, and I can't tell you enough how apologetic I am," she said again. "I'll leave you alone now. I can tell that you just need a little time. I hate thinking that I screwed up our friendship over this." When she was met with silence instead of a response, she gave a little nod. "I'll just go," she whispered, heading out of the trailer.

As soon as she was gone, Sarah's tears came harder. She desperately wanted Jamie's embrace in that moment, but the tall woman's touch scorched her. She couldn't fight what she was feeling with Jamie being that close. Her body yearned for the brunette. Falling onto her sofa, she cried herself into a light sleep.

Back in Jamie's trailer, the dark-haired woman suffered in the silence. She hated that she had gotten carried away with the scene. She just wanted it to be real so much and was so close to feeling her fantasy. Nevertheless, she had obviously ruined a growing friendship, and it pained her, especially after all the intimate information she had confessed. She was just off in her own thoughts when there was a knock on her door. Calling for the person to come in, she was greeted by a ray of sunshine amongst the gloom as Tabitha entered.

"Hey there. What's wrong?" the tall honey blonde asked, taking a seat next to the brunette. They exchanged a light peck on the lips.

"Sarah and I just got into a fight. It'll be over soon, I hope."

"Well, we have a hot sexy scene to do. That should make you feel better. You get to see me half naked, and of course maybe tonight you might get to see me totally naked if you're good," she suggested. Unable to help herself, Jamie smiled at the image of Tabitha in her bed. The blonde actress always gave her a good workout, so she knew that night would be no exception. Seeing the grin on her friend's face, she answered, "There you go. I knew that would cheer you up. Now come on. Let's go have sex on camera."

At the end of the day, Jamie went home alone. Tabitha had decided to have dinner with Sarah and Eve to catch up since the two friends hadn't seen each other in quite awhile. However, the tall blonde had promised to stay the night with her, so the brunette decided she would just relax until Tabitha came to her condo.

Sarah was still upset that evening. As she and Tabitha sat in her condo playing with Eve, the small blonde woman cried at what had taken place. Seeing the distress her friend was feeling, Tabitha asked, "Sarah, what's really bothering you? I know you've told me about what happened on the set today, but I can tell there's more."

Sarah shrugged at first. She didn't know if she should vocalize her feelings. She trusted her friend, but the idea of putting into words her confusion would leave her open to vulnerability. "Tabby, I just don't know what to do with Jamie. I mean today when she acted that way, it totally threw me. She groped me. She wasn't supposed to put her hands on my breasts. It's in my contract that my sex scenes are minimal contact, and she just totally disregarded that. Not only that, she kissed them, open-mouthed wet kisses. I should've stopped the scene there and slapped her, but I didn't."

"Why not?"

Sarah didn't answer the question at first. Instead she continued, "Then she started to go down on me, which really wasn't in the script, and I have no doubt she would have really put her mouth on me had the director not called cut. All the time I should've broken the scene myself."

"But you didn't. Why?"

Looking over at her friend, the petite blonde sigh with regret. "What happened on that set, Tabby, wasn't acting. We were really having sex, only with our clothes on. She was really fucking me on film and so well that I almost came," she confessed.

"Oh, I'm beginning to understand the problem now. You lost control of the scene, and you're afraid of what Robert's going to think when he sees it. You're afraid he's going to be able to tell."

Sarah nodded. "It's more than that though," she admitted. "He's going to know, but there's something even worse. I could've stopped it, but I didn't, because I didn't want to. I forgot the cameras were there after a few minutes, and what came out of that was something real. Jamie wasn't acting, and neither was I. I wanted it just as badly as she wanted to give it to me," she admitted as tears streamed down her face. "I don't know why I'm feeling like this, but when she touched me it was like a fire consuming me."

Tabby pulled her into her arms. "Oh boy. Sarah, you're married, and even more you're married to one of Hollywood's best looking actors. You two have a child together."

"I know," she cried.

"Jamie Dean's just a phase. So, you might have a little crush on her. It'll pass."

"I hope so. This is the first time I've felt this way for a woman. It's disconcerting, Tabby. Whenever she's around, I feel things I've never felt before. I've never wanted to have sex with a woman in my life, Tabby, but I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop thinking about her touching me like that. I am desperately attracted to her, and I don't know what to do about it. I've never thought I could be this way. I just want her to go away, so I can get back to my life with Robert," she said, even though her heart protested the words. In reality she didn't want Jamie to ever leave. The feelings she had around the tall woman were the best things she had ever experienced in her twenty-five years of life.

"Look, Sarah. A lot of straight women are attracted to Jamie Dean, because she has a perfect balance of masculine and feminine qualities. Hell, I consider myself straight too, but I've been to bed with her. She's worth the excursion to me, but I'm not married either. I know you don't want to have an affair with anyone, so you'll just have to deal with this the best you can. All you have to do is finish this film, and then you never have to see her again if you don't want to. You're a professional, Sarah. Everyone in our business knows that. You're not going to let some inconsequential feelings for your co-star ruin your reputation. You'll just get a grip and act. That's all you have to do. You only have to see her on the set."

"That's hard though. She lives upstairs, and Eve adores her. She's going to want to see Eve."

"Then only let her see her on the set. Have Robert down more while you're here. That should help."

"He's away for two months on a shoot, and we left on bad terms. We got into a big fight, and I haven't talked to him since."

"Is it serious?"

"It was stupid really. It started out as a commentary on Jamie's sexual abilities, because we had heard her having sex. Her bedroom is right above mine, and it just went downhill. Suddenly we were fighting about Eve, because Robert had said I had strapped him with a child. I got mad at him and blew it out of proportion. That's happening a lot lately with us, I guess. I just don't know how to talk to him anymore without it leading to a fight. I know he feels cheated out of life sometimes, because we had Eve. I mean, he's only twenty-three, but I'm only twenty-five. You know there are times when I'd like to go out and play, but we made a choice to have Eve even though other alternatives were available. I don't regret the choice we made, but sometimes I think he does. I know he loves me, but there are times when I think he really wasn't ready to take on the responsibilities of a family."

"Do you still love him, Sarah?" Tabby quietly and hesitantly put forth, knowing she was treading on thin ice. When her little friend didn't give an immediate answer, she knew what that meant.

"Tabby, I'm so confused about Robert. I care about him, but I can't stand the apathy he has for Eve. She's his child, his little girl, but he avoids his responsibilities with her whenever he can. She's a child, and she deserves to be loved and adored by him. It's hard for me to feel close to him when he treats her that way. He's not anything that I wanted for the father of my children. I can't overlook his dismissive attitude with Eve, and I just don't know what to do about it. To make it worse, you should see Jamie with Eve. She's wonderful. The moment she sees Eve, she talks to her, hugs her, kisses her. She makes it seem like Eve's the most important person in the room, and Eve responds so well to her. My daughter reacts to Jamie's kindness in a way she doesn't with her father. Whenever Eve sees Jamie, her face lights up like she's just seen her favorite toy. I want Eve to know joy, and she does with Jamie."

Later that night Tabitha and Jamie were getting themselves ready for bed. The brunette was being unusually quiet as she thought about the woman downstairs. She hated the fact that Sarah was upset with her. Getting into her bed, she wondered about how to make things right with the light blonde haired woman. Those thoughts vanished though when her company emerged from the bathroom dressed in a skimpy teddy. Tabitha struck a seductive pose against the doorframe and smiled playfully. Jamie gave an inviting one-sided grin in return. "You look sexy, Tabitha," she complimented.

The tall blonde smiled. "I've been looking forward to this moment all day. I need my Jamie Dean fix," she said, moving over to the bed. Instead of slipping into her own side of the bed though, she went to Jamie's and crawled atop the sinewy body of the dark-haired woman, who was dressed in a tank top and boxers. Without pretense Jamie put her hands on her bedmate for the evening, and their all night frenzied fun began.

Hours later they rested, spooned together in silence. Breaking the stillness, Jamie pulled her friend closer, whispering, "Thank you for being here, Tabitha. I've had a hell of a day."

"I know. Sarah told me about what happened. Why did you act that way on the set?"

"I was being immature. It was wrong of me to make her that uncomfortable. I just wanted to get her back for the embarrassment she had caused me this morning with the breast milk thing, but I took it too far. I never should've treated her the way I did."

"Breast milk thing? I didn't hear about that."

"Oh, well it was just a little joke she pulled on me. I didn't know she still gave Eve breast milk, and this morning when I was downstairs Eve was having breakfast. She offered me a spoon of her oatmeal, and I playfully took it. I didn't realize it wasn't regular milk until it was in my mouth."

Tabitha gasped lightly. "You drank some of Sarah's breast milk?" she asked with a little laugh.

"By accident but it really embarrassed me when she told me what I actually had in my mouth. She could've let it go, but she didn't. She made some sexual innuendo about me not liking the way she tasted. I swear, Tabitha, no woman has ever flustered me like that. After that I wanted to embarrass her a little too. I just went overboard, but it felt so good. Tabitha, I know I've never done a sex scene before the two I've done today, but is it normal to get excited by your co-star even though you're both only supposed to be acting?"

"Well, I did, because I have been thinking about you screwing me since I got here. That's why I was, but under normal circumstances, I don't. Why do you ask?"

"Sarah did too. I could feel it between our clothes, and when I had my head between her thighs, I could smell her."

"What?" Tabitha questioned, turning in Jamie's arms.

"I know when a woman's hot for me, Tabitha. She was. It drove me wild. When I felt it, I sort of lost my focus on the reality of the situation. I kind of forgot cameras were rolling or that other people were in the room. All that seemed to matter was her body was calling to me, and I wanted to answer desperately. Had the director not called cut, who knows what would have happened? I might have actually done something totally inappropriate. That's why I was wondering if it was a normal thing, because I don't know if I can do this. We have another sex scene to do together where I'm supposed to try to kill her in the middle, and we still have a lot of making-out kind of things we haven't done. I don't know if I can do this, Tabitha. Guns, action, and fighting are all things I'm used to my movies, but this sex stuff is more than I think I'm able to handle. I can't pretend to have sex with Sarah, not when I want it for real. Tabitha, I haven't felt like this for another woman since my late wife," she admitted softly. "I want Sarah in a way I haven't wanted any woman in a long time."

"Your late wife? You were married? I had no idea."

"Most people don't. Anyway, the point is I can't put myself out there like that with her. I want what I can't have. She's married to Robert Dawson, and she has a baby as well. How can I compete with that? I can't, and I shouldn't, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to. It wouldn't be right."

Tabitha nodded. "You're a good woman, Jamie. You're honorable and thoughtful. There are so many women out there who would love to be with you. This thing for Sarah will pass. You're a professional, and you can get through this. I know you can."

"I'm not so sure," Jamie stated, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling as her thoughts strayed to the woman who slept one floor below her.

Propping herself up onto Jamie's chest, Tabitha looked down into dark eyes. "Jamie, it's just a crush. She has a child, for goodness sakes. For arguments sake, say you two could be together, would you want a woman with a child?"

"I am as in love with that little girl as I am with her mother. To have Eve as my own would be a blessing. She's an angel, and I want to be with her as much as I do Sarah. I want to love and adore her as much as I do Sarah. I want to put joy in Eve's life that she obviously doesn't get from Robert, but it's not my place," she mumbled. "Tabitha, for a long time I've been infatuated with Sarah Talbot, but now that we're working together, that fascination has turned into a raging inferno. Whenever she's around I burn for her. I feel like I have to touch her or explode, but I can't."

Hearing Sarah's almost exact words echoed unknowingly through Jamie, Tabitha suddenly realized how serious the situation was between her two friends. They truly were feeling the same toward each other, so she wondered what might happen. She knew just by Sarah's side that her marriage was on shaky ground and that the little blonde found comfort in Jamie. Likewise, Jamie seemed as if she wanted the responsibility of comforting and loving the two little blondes. "Jamie, if Robert wasn't in the picture, would you pursue Sarah?"

"Without a doubt but he is, and I can't forget that. Sarah's his wife, and Eve's his daughter. I'm just a sexy dark dyke in shining armor who wants to steal a fair maiden. Why should I spend my time thinking about the one woman I can't have, when there are so many more that would love to ride off into the sunset with me on my white horse?" she joked, trying to end the heavy conversation. Taking her cue, Tabitha didn't comment any more on Sarah, instead kissing Jamie thoroughly to initiate another round of activity.

The following morning Jamie and Tabitha were up early. The blonde actress had an early flight out to Los Angeles, so they wanted to spend a little time together. They went for a jog in the neighborhood before stopping at a local coffee shop for coffee and a bagel. Going back to the condo, Jamie helped her friend pack for her flight before taking her downstairs to her limousine.

As they stood there saying their intimate good byes, Tabitha realized it would probably be the last time she and Jamie ever shared such casual intimacy. After hearing both Sarah and Jamie's torment, she anticipated that her friends were eventually going to confront their attraction for each other, and Robert would ultimately suffer the loss for his indifference. "Well, I have to get going," she said.

"I know. It's been fun as always, Tabitha," Jamie stated, leaning down to kiss the woman in her arms.

However, just as the kiss grew in intensity, a familiar voice called out, "Jamie?"

The taller actress broke away and looked toward the sound of her name. Rachel was walking toward her. The small blonde she had met at the bar only a few nights prior was dressed in a fashionable business suit with a briefcase thrown over her shoulder.

"Rachel, hi. What are you doing here?" Jamie asked casually, trying not to let her surprise show.

"I walk this way every morning to go to the subway. I live just around the corner a few blocks from here," she answered, looking at Tabitha.

Seeing where her gaze was, Jamie said, "Rachel, this is Tabitha Reid. Tabitha, Rachel."

"Nice to meet you. How do you two know each other?" Tabitha asked conversationally.

Rachel responded casually, "Oh, Jamie and I met at a bar a few days ago, and she proceeded to treat me like a whore."

Tabitha gave Jamie a surprised look at the comment. Looking back at her friend, the brunette said, "It was good to see you, Tabitha. I hope to see you again soon."

"Likewise, Jamie. Take care of yourself," she answered, pecking the brunette on the mouth before looking at Rachel again. "Nice to meet you, Rachel. If you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch."

Once Tabitha's limo had pulled away from the curb, Jamie looked back at the small woman. "Treated you like a whore? How in the world did I do that?"

Rachel shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "You know, Jamie, things that seem too good to be true usually are. When I met you, it did seem too good to be true. You were so dashing, and I couldn't help but fall for your charms. I guess I wrongly assumed that you were at least a serial monogamist. I didn't know I'd be competing against some of Hollywood's most glamorous blondes for your attention, but that's my mistake. You do have a fidelity problem, which accurately reflects the stories I've read about you. It's my fault for not believing them. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be getting to work."

As the little blonde passed by her, Jamie reached out to stop her. Their eyes met. "Could I call you later?" she asked, knowing what the answer was probably going to be.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't. Good bye, Jamie."

Jamie nodded her head in understanding. "Good bye, Rachel. It was a pleasure," she said, extending her hand. Tentatively Rachel reached for it, but instead of shaking hands, the brunette brought the small hand up to her lips, kissing it tenderly. Seeing the blonde's facial features soften, the actress made her move, wrapping an arm around Rachel's waist. Her mouth moved from the smaller woman's hand to her cheek and then lips. She heard Rachel moan as they slowly kissed. Knowing she changed the woman's mind, Jamie whispered, "Are you sure I can't call you later? How about dinner tomorrow night? Just the two of us. I'll take you anywhere you want to go."

"I shouldn't," Rachel mumbled, raking her hands through dark hair as the taller woman took in her neck. "You're trouble, Jamie Dean."

"But don't you want to?"

"All right but just dinner," the blonde stated, pulling away from the strong woman. Jamie nodded in agreement, knowing that she could easily sway Rachel for intimacy after that meal.

"Great. I'll call you tomorrow afternoon to confirm it. Have a good day, Rachel."

The actress stood there watching Rachel make her way away from her for several blocks. However, just as she was about to turn and go inside herself, she saw the blonde of her heart walking toward her with Eve in her stroller. Sarah was carrying a couple of bags of groceries in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other as she pushed Eve along. The dark-haired woman smiled in spite of herself. She forgot the little actress was upset with her for the previous day and made her way closer to them. As soon as she got close enough to be recognizable, even in her dark sunglasses and baseball cap, Eve smiled brightly at her, reaching out from her stroller as she excitedly screamed.

The older woman smiled brightly at the reception at least one of them had for her. She jogged the rest of the way and bent down to retrieve the little girl. "Good morning, Eve," she greeted brightly, tossing the little one up slightly. Eve reached for her glasses and tore them off, squealing in delight as Jamie made a goofy face at her. Turning to the petite woman, the older woman smiled. "Good morning, Sarah. Let me take those for you," she offered, reaching for the bags.

The blonde didn't resist, instead relinquishing her burden. "Thank you," she answered. She smiled at her daughter, who was so happy in the tall woman's strong arms.

Eve settled her head in the crook of Jamie's neck as the women quietly walked up the street toward their building. The little girl wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck, mumbling, "Me Me."

"What was that? What did she just say?" Jamie asked Sarah. "That wasn't Mommy, was it?"

Sarah shook her head. "She calls me Mama. I don't know what she just said. I've never heard her say that before," she answered.

Making their way up to Sarah's condo, Jamie waited for the small woman to unlock it. However, instead of just walking in, she hovered in the doorway. "Here you go. I should be going. I still have to shower before heading to the set," she stated, relinquishing her hold on the groceries and gently set Eve down on her feet. "I'll see you, ladies, a bit later."

"All right. See you on the set," Sarah stated.

The two women didn't have a chance to see each other until lunch that day since both of them were working on scenes that didn't require the other. However, when the lunch break was called, Jamie headed off to the food tent for some food. Sarah was sitting with Eve and the nanny who had been provided for her daughter, enjoying a leisurely meal, when Jamie walked in. The blonde woman noticed the tall woman had taken off her costume as if she was finished filming for the day, but she wasn't sure what Jamie's schedule was. She looked back at her daughter who was busy drinking from her juice box. However, seeing the light come into Eve's eyes, she figured her little one had spotted Jamie as well.

"Me Me," she said.

"Me Me?" Sarah questioned. "What's Me Me, Eve?"

Eve pointed her peanut buttered finger in Jamie's general direction, stating emphatically, "Me Me."

"Jamie?" the little actress questioned.

"Me Me," Eve answered with a nod, trying to get out of her seat. Wondering what she was going to do, Sarah just watched her daughter. Eve squirmed her way out of her chair and took off across the tent toward the tall woman who was standing in the food line.

Jamie never saw or heard her coming, but she felt tiny arms throw themselves around her leg. Looking down in surprise, she saw Eve hugging to her tightly as her little hands coated her khaki pants with peanut butter and jelly. Nevertheless, Jamie only had a smile for the little girl. "Hi, angel," she greeted, immediately picking her up.

"Me Me," Eve babbled happily.

Making her way through the line, Jamie quickly got the rest of her food before heading off to return Eve to her rightful place. As she approached Sarah, she smiled. "Well, I think I figured out what Me Me was," she announced.

"Yeah, it's you," Sarah supplied. "She's trying to say Jamie." The tall woman set her plate of food down at the seat across from Sarah's before moving to put Eve back in her chair. As she settled the little girl, the blonde saw the mess her daughter had made of her co-star's clothes. "Oh, Jamie, I'm so sorry. You're covered in peanut butter."

The older woman shrugged it off. "Comes with the territory. Right, princess?" she asked, smiling at Eve as she sat.

"You looked so nice before that though. Looked like you were on your way out?" curiously Sarah inquired.

"Yeah. Actually I have to head back to New York. Katrina's in a little dance recital tonight, and I promised her I'd be there, so I have to get going here in a bit. I'll be back tomorrow morning on the red eye, or I might take the last train out. I heard Amtrak stops not too far from our building. We'll see. I was hoping to spend a little time with her."

"Why don't you bring her back with you? We have a babysitter. How much trouble can Katrina really be? She's not a hellion like you, is she?"

Jamie laughed. "Not yet. She's got her mother's personality, which includes her fire, but I don't see that too much. She's quite the girly girl actually, but that's okay. I love her just as she is. She has the best parts of Stephanie in her."

"Then bring her down for a little while. It would be fun," Sarah pushed.

"We'll see. I don't know what the family's schedule is. I'll have to check first."

Late that afternoon Jamie arrived at Staten Island just before Stephanie's family was sitting down for dinner. Knocking loudly on the front door, she pulled it open as she announced her presence to the group. "Anybody home?"

"Mom!" Katrina yelled excitedly.

"Aunt Jamie!" two other voices chimed in as three children swarmed her in the foyer.

She hugged her daughter, niece, and nephew before walking back with them toward the kitchen. "Your oldest child is home," she teased Stephanie's sister, Samantha.

The small redhead, who looked so much like her late sister, smiled brightly. "Jamie," she said, coming to hug her. "It's so good to have you home, even if it is only for the night."

"Where's Doug?"

She gestured out to the backyard. "He promised the kids hamburgers and hot dogs tonight. We have to leave for the recital at seven."

"All right. Come on, kids. Let's pitch in and help set the table," she suggested, grabbing the plates that were on the counter. "Everyone outside."

Going out into the backyard, Jamie put the kids in charge of the table before heading over to see her brother-in-law. "Doug, how have you been?" she asked, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Jamie, hey there. Good to see you. How's the glamorous world of show business?"

"Overrated as usual. How's Katrina been?"

"Fine. She's enjoying her summer vacation, not looking forward to school starting, the usual stuff," he said with a smile. "All the kids are looking forward to Disney though."

"Oh, that's right. You're leaving in about a week and a half. I bet they're counting the minutes."

He nodded. "It's too bad you can't go, though. I know Katrina would've liked that."

"I would've liked it too, but this movie production is in full swing. It was hard to get away this evening."

"Well, the life of the rich and famous. Must get tiring," he stated with a smile as he began to take all the meat off the grill.

Jamie held the plate to assist him. Going over the table, everyone took their seats. Jamie took a seat next to Samantha and across from her daughter. The meal was casual and loud as usual around the kids. During the whole thing, Jamie kept looking at her seven-year-old.

Katrina was growing so quickly during her absences, and it always surprised her to find her taller and even prettier than she was the visit prior. The young girl's flowing blonde hair had lightened in the sun to almost white, and her blues eyes sparkled every time she looked at Jamie. The actress's thoughts were interrupted by Samantha's voice.

"Are you all right tonight, Jamie?" she quietly inquired as the two women watched the kids and Doug play around in the backyard after their dinner.

"Katrina looks more like Stephanie every time I see her," she admitted softly.

"I know," the redhead answered in agreement.

"I miss her, Samantha," Jamie confessed.

"I know you do, Jamie. We all do, but you know she wouldn't want you mourning for her for the rest of your life. She would want you to carry on."

The tall brunette nodded. "I know, but sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find anyone like she was. Stephanie was the best thing to ever happen to me outside of Katrina. I miss having Katrina living with me too."

"Well, you know Doug and I are open to working something out, but I thought we all agreed this was the best place for her."

"It is. I know that, but I still miss her. Seeing her a few days a month is no way for me to be a mother."

"You're doing the best you can to provide for her. We all are. You give her everything she needs and most of what she wants. You do well by her as a mother, Jamie. Don't doubt that." There was a long pause. "Jamie, something else seems to be bothering you."

The tall woman shrugged. "There's a woman I work with that I've started to get to know. She's lovely, and I enjoy spending time with her. She has a two-year-old who comes on the set everyday. The kid seems quite taken with me," she started.

When Jamie paused, Samantha pressed, "And? Are you interested in this woman?"

"Yes. She reminds me so much of Stephanie though, and her daughter reminds me of Katrina at that age. She has the same loving, compassionate, outgoing personality as Stephanie did. At first I thought I liked her because of those reasons, but I know now I truly am interested in her based on her own merit," she confessed.

Sensing the solemness that encompassed the brunette, Samantha asked, "Then what's the problem?"

"She's married. We've spent a lot of time together since being on the set, and her husband isn't around, so it can be easy to forget. However, she is married, so regardless of the way I feel, there's no possibility for more. I guess it's just hard, because after all this time, I've found my heart again only to have it break. To make it even worse, I've met her husband, and he has no regard for his daughter. Meanwhile, I love that little girl just as much as I do her mother. It's tough."

Putting her arms around her former sister-in-law, Samantha said, "Welcome back to life. Don't worry. When it's meant to happen, it will. As much as you and my sister loved each other, I know you're meant to find someone else when the time comes. You just have to wait for it."

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, I know," she mumbled. Checking her watch, she noted that it was getting close to time to leave. "I guess we should start rounding up the troops," she mentioned, changing the subject.

That night after they all returned from the recital, Jamie tucked her daughter in for bed. Kneeling next to the bedside, she brushed back Katrina's hair affectionately before planting a kiss on her forehead. "I hope you have sweet dreams tonight," she whispered.

"Mom, I don't want you to go. Can't you stay longer?" the seven-year old asked.

"I wish I could, but I can't. I have to be back in D.C. in the morning for work. I promise to visit again, though, once you all get back from Disney. Okay? You won't even miss me."

"I always miss you," Katrina stated softly, reaching to hug her.

"I always miss you too, sweetie. Maybe after you get back you can come visit me on the set. Would you like that?" Katrina nodded. "All right. I'll talk to your aunt and uncle about it and see if that fits into the schedule. Right now you need to go to sleep."

"Tell me a story first," the little girl requested, stalling for time.

Not wanting to leave her daughter's company just yet either, Jamie was easily swayed. She gave a nod as she slipped onto the bed with Katrina. Instantly her daughter was in her embrace, settling herself on her mother's shoulder. "What kind of story would you like?"

"Tell me about the first time you ever kissed Mom," she solicited.

"You've heard that story so many times already."

"So? I want to hear it again," she pleaded.

"Oh, all right. Good thing it just happens to be one of my favorites as well," she teased lightly.

Half an hour and a few anecdotes later, Katrina was sleeping soundly in Jamie's arms. The tall woman gently stroked her daughter's blonde hair as she thought of the little girl's mother. She still missed her wife even though it had been three years already. Katrina looked more like her everyday, and it filled the brunette with a bittersweet ache. However, as her thoughts of Stephanie continued, they began to shift to another woman who had entered her life. As much as Sarah reminded her of Stephanie, Eve reminded her of Katrina. The two little blondes who were suddenly a part of her life gave her such joy, but she knew there wasn't any room for anything other than friendship with Sarah. She had already promised her life to another, and even as much as Jamie didn't want to admit it, it saddened her for all their sakes. She knew both Eve and Sarah could find a better person than Robert Dawson, but it wasn't her place to try to influence either of them.

The next morning Jamie left New York before anyone else in the house even woke and arrived back to the set just in time to see Sarah go into the makeup trailer for her first scene. Knowing she was due there as well, she grabbed a much needed cup of coffee and joined her friend.

The blonde smiled brightly when she saw the tall woman enter. "Hey. Welcome back. Did you bring Katrina with you?"

"No. She couldn't come. The family's going to Disney in about a week, so it wasn't good timing. I promised her she could come to the set after they got back though."

"Oh, great. I can't wait to meet her then."

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled to meet you. I haven't told her you're my co-star yet. I wanted to surprise her. I bet she screams when she sees you. She just adores that little teenager flick you did not too far back. She wants to be just like you in that movie."

"That's so cute. At least it's a positive role."

"Yeah. It's the only movie of yours she's allowed to see. She's never seen any of mine. Too much violence and gore for a kid."

That evening once they had wrapped for the day Jamie went back to her place to prepare for her evening with Rachel. She was just finishing with her outfit when there was a knock on the door of her condo. Since she was supposed to be picking up her date at her place, the brunette wondered who it could be. She strolled over to open it to find Sarah with Eve in tow.

The blonde actress was mute for a moment when her eyes landed on Jamie. The older woman was dressed in an expensive suit, and Sarah thought she looked immensely sexy. "Hi," she managed to say.

"Hey. What's up? Come on in." The tall woman gestured into her place. Sarah accepted the offer and hesitantly walked into the living room area. Eve toddled behind her. Closing the door behind them, Jamie asked, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"We were just going to go out for a walk, and I thought it might be nice if you joined us. It looks like you already have plans though," she mentioned, looking over the strong woman. Sarah was finding it incredibly difficult to breathe normally at the sight of her crush in the dark gray suit.

"Oh, yeah. I have a date with Rachel. We got in a fight yesterday, so I'm trying to make it up to her."

"I heard. Tabby told me about the little scene in front of the building."

"You talked to Tabitha?" Jamie questioned. She hoped her friend hadn't relayed any other information to the blonde.

"Yeah. She called me last night. Apparently she misses you," Sarah teased.

The older woman blushed lightly. "I didn't realize she told you about us."

The blonde nodded. "It only confirmed my suspicions. You certainly do get around, Miss Dean."

Jamie wasn't sure, but she thought she heard condescension in Sarah's voice. Shrugging it off though, she mumbled, "Well, I'm not married, and the girls know what they are getting into by being with me. I'm not hurting anyone, just having a good time. I need excitement in my life."

"True to your namesake then," the blonde conceded. She wasn't quite sure where the conversation was going, only that it wasn't heading the way she had hoped. Knowing she wasn't going to get to spend time with the brunette actress that evening, she decided just to suppress her envy for Jamie's date and leave the older woman to prepare. "Well, we should go. I wouldn't want you to keep Rachel waiting. Have a good time tonight, but the keep the noise down when you get home."

The joke that often passed between them seemed flat all of a sudden to Jamie, but she nodded and chuckled a little. "Don't worry. I'll probably stay at her place. I'll see you in the morning though."

Sarah nodded. "Yeah. See you in the morning." Making her way toward the door, she paused a moment when Jamie knelt down to Eve. The older woman hugged the little girl and ruffled her blonde hair playfully. Sarah's heart ached at the sight.

Jamie smiled at the two-year-old. "You be a good girl for Mama tonight, Eve. I'll see you tomorrow."

The little angel nodded and clutched to the tall woman's lapels a moment longer. The disappointed look in Eve's eyes almost made Jamie cave to her want to be with the two blondes, but she knew it would do no good to dwell on the woman she couldn't have. Instead of removing the girl's hands from around her neck, the brunette waited until Eve was finished to stand and look back at Sarah.

"Come on, Eve. Let's leave Jamie alone. She needs to finish getting ready for her date," the younger woman said, extending her hand to her daughter. The child took it. Once they had left the taller woman's place, they went for their walk. Sarah knew she had no right to feel jealous of Jamie's plans. She was a married woman after all with a child to consider, but she couldn't help but fantasize about herself being in Jamie's company that evening instead of Rachel.

Jamie made her way over to Rachel's house once she was finished dressing. However, the whole way there her mind was preoccupied with two certain blondes. Their arrival at her door that evening made her wish she wasn't taking out Rachel. She knew she preferred to be with Sarah just playing with Eve than trying to seduce the woman she met a few days ago, but she had committed at least one more date to Rachel, and she wanted to feel a woman against her after the way Sarah's appearance had set her body in a frenzy.

When the limousine Jamie had rented came to a stop in front of her date's building and the chauffer had opened her door, the actress grabbed the roses she had gotten off the seat and proceeded up to Rachel's place. Giving a strong knock, she waited for the pretty woman. It was only a moment before her knock was answered. Jamie smiled at the blonde woman.

"You look nice," the actress complimented, seeing that Rachel had taken special consideration with her looks that evening. The blonde was wearing a black summer dress that bared her shoulders and her hair was pulled up, exposing her enticing neck. "These are for you," she stated, extending the flowers.

Rachel blushed as she took them. "Thank you. Come in. Let me put these in some water before we leave."

Jamie went into the apartment as Rachel turned to go to the kitchen. The small place was stylishly decorated. Hovering in the living room, she checked her watch. Within a few minutes her date reappeared. The blonde picked up her purse and a sweater that were hanging over the back of a chair. Smiling enchantingly at the small woman, Jamie extended her arm, asking, "Ready to go to dinner?"

The tall woman led them downstairs to the awaiting limo. Jamie smiled as soon as she saw the light come into the blonde's eyes. She knew it would be easy to win her affections at that sign. "I haven't been in a limo since I was in high school. You didn't have to do this," Rachel stated.

"It's nothing. I just want you to have fun tonight. Speaking of fun though, where did you decide you wanted to go for dinner?"

"There's this place up in Georgetown that I've always wanted to go. I made a reservation for us. Do you think after that we could do a limousine tour of the monuments?"

"Anything you want, Rachel. This is your night."

Taking the limousine into downtown Washington, D.C., they both amiably chatted. Jamie obliged the curious woman, giving her some of the details about the film she was making. Rachel seemed enthralled by the actress's life and kept asking questions about who she had met and other stars she had dated. Once in Georgetown though, the chauffer dropped them off at the restaurant.

As soon as they stepped inside to where the matre d' was standing, Jamie could feel interested eyes on them. Murmurs followed them as they were led to their table. As Rachel moved to sit in the seat the matre d' had pulled out for her, Jamie inquired, "Um, Rachel, would you mind terribly if I sat in this chair?"

The blonde gave her a confused look but answered, "No, course not."

"Thanks." Jamie pulled out her date's chair for her and then sat in her own, which was facing away from most of the people in the restaurant. She went about her own business of studying the menu for a few minutes, but she could tell Rachel wasn't doing the same. "What's wrong?" she questioned.

"People at staring at us," she mentioned uncomfortably.

Jamie looked over her shoulder and noted most of the people were indeed looking at her. Flashing the general audience a notorious grin, she turned back to her date. "So they are. I get that a lot. Hopefully everyone will be polite enough to be content with just staring."

No sooner had those words been spoken when their server came to the table. The woman immediately blurted, "You're Jamie Dean!"

"Yes, I am," the actress answered as graciously as possible at her obvious fan.

"I just love you so much! Could I have your autograph?"

The brunette acquiesced with a nod of her head. The waitress immediately pulled paper and a pen from her pocket for Jamie to use. Looking down at the paper, the tall woman asked, "What's your name?" The woman told her. Quickly Jamie wrote a couple of sentences and then signed her name before handing it back to the ecstatic woman.

"Oh, thank you so much! I've never met anyone famous before! I'll treasure this forever!"

Used to such overwhelming attention, Jamie tried to downplay it. "Well, I'm glad. Would you mind too much if we ordered now?"

"Oh, of course. I'm so sorry. What would you like?"

When Rachel and Jamie were left alone again, the blonde mentioned, "Well, that certainly was awkward. I would be so embarrassed if someone gushed over me like that. How do you put up with it?"

"I'm used to it. Inevitably whenever I go out someone does that. Maybe we'll get some privacy now," she responded, reaching to take Rachel's hand across the table.

Again she spoke too soon as someone else hesitantly approached the table. "Excuse me," a man stated, interrupting them once again. When Jamie turned to look up at him, he asked, "Are you Jamie Dean?"

"Yes."

"Wow. My friends at the bar and I were just wondering. Some of them thought you weren't, but I said you had to be. What are you doing in D.C.?"

Giving him a smile, she answered, "I'm trying to have dinner with this lovely lady."

He looked between the two of them a moment before it seemed to register what she really meant. "Oh. Well, that was going to be my next question, but I guess I was wrong about that one."

"What question was that?"

"Whether or not you were on a date."

"Does this look like a date to you?" she questioned him with growing annoyance. She wanted him to just get to the point of why he had come over, so he could leave.

"Yeah, I guess it does."

Deciding to take the situation in hand, Jamie inquired, "So, what is it that you want exactly? You're kind of ruining my chance with my date."

He glared at her. "Well, you don't have to be rude about it. We were just wondering."

"You came to my table, buddy. Why don't you just wonder about me over by the bar with your friends?"

Muttering under his breath, he turned to leave. Jamie shook her head and then focused back on Rachel. "I don't think I could live with it if people did that to me every time I went somewhere," the blonde said.

"Some people think that just because I'm an actress that I should be available to them all the time. They don't seem to understand that I have a life myself. I don't like being mean to people, but most of the time men want more than just an autograph. Being a bitch is just about the only way to get the point across that I'm not interested. I could tell where that one was going. I thought it best to just cut him off early, so he didn't waste any more of our time."

The rest of the meal passed in a similar fashion. Numerous fans came to the table to talk to the actress. Through it all Jamie did her best to remain courteous to them, signing autographs and even obliging when some tourists asked for a picture with her. However, the brunette could tell Rachel was annoyed with all the interruptions on their date. By the time they were ready to leave, the little woman was glowering at all the people who even looked in their direction.

Finally, when they were back in the privacy of the limousine, the tall woman apologized. "I'm really sorry about our dinner. I had hoped for a little time with you. That didn't turn out quite the way I had wanted."

"Me neither," Rachel admitted.

"Well, how about that driving tour of the monuments now? Would you like that?"

"That would be nice."

Jamie told the driver of their plan, and he nodded in understanding before putting up the divider between them to give the actress and the blonde seclusion. Jamie opened the sun roof and then reached for a bottle of wine in the small refrigerator. Pouring two glasses she handed one to Rachel. "Here's to a little privacy," she joked lightly, trying to put the events of the dinner behind them.

They were quiet for a few minutes as they drank their wine. Seeing dark eyes on her, Rachel asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"How beautiful you look tonight," the actress whispered in return, leaning closer to the blonde. Jamie paused to see the light blush come over fair cheeks before making her move. Softly she captured Rachel's mouth. It was only a few moments before the monuments and wine were forgotten as they found more carnal pleasures. For the next hour Jamie entertained the blonde the way she knew best, giving her something by which to remember the night.

Rachel seemed more than willing to accept this gift from the actress. The petite woman freely allowed the dark-haired woman to roam over the treasures she possessed until the limousine finally took them back to her place. Making themselves presentable enough to exit the car, Jamie assisted her date from the backseat. Together they made their way up the walk hand in hand. The actress walked Rachel to her door and paused there a moment, wondering if she was going to get an invitation to stay.

They stood there quietly kissing for a few minutes before the blonde broke away to look up at the woman holding her. "Jamie?"

"Yes?" she queried as her mouth moved to take in the landscape of Rachel's neck.

The blonde moaned, cradling her head in deeper. "Do you want to come inside?"

"That sounds good. Just let me send the chauffer home, so he doesn't continue to wait for me," she suggested. "I'll be right back."

Going back to the limo, Jamie informed the driver that he was done for the night and gave him a large tip for putting up with them. Heading back into her date's building, she knocked on Rachel's door again. The blonde opened it quickly and admitted her. Immediately Jamie noted that Rachel had set some ambiance with only candles illuminating the living room.

"Take off your jacket and stay awhile," Rachel murmured, slipping the suit coat off Jamie's shoulders as they kissed again. Slowly they made their way over to the sofa. Jamie gently laid Rachel down against it. It wasn't long before they had resumed their activities from the limo. Long into the night Jamie took the blonde to heaven again and again all over the condo. As the first rays of morning light flooded Rachel's room though, they found themselves resting in Rachel's bed. Neither woman spoke as they just gazed at each other contemplatively.

Finally the blonde whispered, "Jamie."

"Yeah?"

"Last night was incredible," she confessed.

"It was pretty good," the brunette seconded.

"Except for dinner and one other moment, I loved ever minute of it."

"What moment was that?"

"Around three this morning when we were taking a little bit of a rest, you started to doze off for a little bit. I was touching you in your sleep, and you called Sarah's name," Rachel informed her. "Of course when you awoke, you realized it was me, but were you dreaming about her?"

Jamie shrugged. "It's nothing. In the movie I have sex with Sarah a couple of times. I've just found myself dreaming about her character. It's nothing really."

"Are you sure you aren't attracted to her? You seemed like it in your sleep."

"Even if I was, she is married. It doesn't matter."

Rachel nodded. "Jamie," she slowly began. "As much fun as I had last night, I know that I'm just a conquest for you. Seeing you with Tabby Reid the other morning confirmed that for me. I don't want to be treated like that by anyone, even you. Last night I just wanted something incredible by which to remember my rendezvous with the infamous Jamie Dean."

"What are you saying, Rachel? You don't want to see me any more?" hesitantly Jamie inquired. She hadn't been dumped by a woman in some time, whether they be a casual acquaintance or bedmate.

"What's the point? I know there would be nothing more to us than sex. If that's all I wanted, then it would be okay. However, that's not all I want. I live in the real world, Jamie, and I have expectations. You're not looking for a girlfriend, just a good time. The night we met I made an exception because of who you are. However, I want someone serious, and that's nothing we could ever be. Even if you were able, last night proved to me that I couldn't. I hated every moment of our dinner with the way people kept intruding on us. I know that's not your fault, and it's nothing you can control, but I'd prefer not to have to do that again. I think it would definitely be best if we were just friends."

Jamie gave a sly nod and smile. "I can deal with that," she murmured, leaning to nuzzle Rachel's bare breasts, but the blonde pushed her back.

"Not that kind of friends, Jamie. You've given me enough sex to last a lifetime," she teased.

Giving another nod, Jamie mentioned, "You know, it's not often a woman drops me like this. I guess it is as refreshing as it is shocking, but I understand, Rachel. My life is not easy. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone."

"So, friends then?" the blonde asked tentatively.

"Sure. Friends." Looking at the clock, she stated, "I should probably get going. I have to be at the set early today."

Rachel looked at the alarm clock as well. "Oh, I only have an hour before I have to get up for work. I should probably just get up now, but I'm so tired."

Jamie chuckled as she moved to get dressed. "Why don't you stay in bed? I'll lock the door behind me," she suggested.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all," she answered. Leaning down to the blonde, she asked, "May I?" She waited for Rachel to nod her consent before kissing her lips gently. "Good bye, Rachel. Have a good day."

"You too, Jamie."

The brunette walked over to the bedroom door but paused to take one last look back at the blonde. She knew that mostly likely she would never see Rachel again. Smiling at the sight of the already sleeping woman, she turned to go, softly closing the door behind her.

Chapter Three

Over the next week, Jamie was constantly with Sarah and Eve. Every evening after returning to their condos, they had dinner together at one of their places and then spent the nights just talking and playing with Eve. One evening the two women were lounging on Sarah's couch watching a movie after putting Eve down for the night. Silence surrounded them as Sarah sat with her head propped up against Jamie's strong shoulder. Neither spoke being so involved in the film, but suddenly a cry broke their peace.

"I'll go," Jamie offered, rising from the sofa. Sarah didn't argue, being tired from the long day already. It was nice having a second person around to help out with Eve after a strenuous day.

The brunette made her way back to the master bedroom. Going over to the bed, she spoke softly to Eve. "What is it, angel? What's wrong?" she inquired, reaching for the screaming child. As soon as she picked her up to try to comfort her, she felt the fevered skin of her cheek. "Sarah," she called out in concern.

Hearing her name and the continued wails, the small blonde went to investigate. She met the older woman halfway down the hall to her room. "What's wrong, baby?" she gently asked, extending her hands to take her daughter. Eve instantly went to her. "Why are you crying, huh?" she questioned. Seeing Eve's flushed features, she put her hand to her forehead. "Whoa. You're burning up," she stated over the screaming. Just then Eve unexpectedly regurgitated her dinner all over Sarah. "Uh oh. Looks like we've got one sick baby on our hands," she declared. "It's okay, Eve. It's all right. Mama will take care of you," she assured, ignoring her own soiled clothes. Both women headed back into the bedroom.

"What can I do?" the tall woman inquired, wanting to be helpful.

"Go into my bathroom and see if I have any baby aspirin or anything," Sarah said as she began to undress her daughter.

The brunette did as she was told. Searching the cabinets thoroughly, she replied from the bathroom, "You don't have any."

"Shoot. I'll have to go out and get some. This fever seems too high to just let go."

"I'll go for you. You shouldn't have to take Eve out in this condition," Jamie offered.

"Are you sure? I mean I can take care of it. I'm used to doing this alone."

"Don't be silly. Let me go for you. I think there's an all-night pharmacy just down the street a few blocks if I remember correctly. I'll be back in no time."

"Okay. Thanks, Jamie," she replied with a genuine smile.

"You're welcome. Be right back."

Racing out of the blonde's place, Jamie made her way down to the concierge in the lobby to ask about the pharmacy. When she was told it was open all hours, the tall woman declined their offer to go for her, saying she would go herself. Jamie left the building in a rush, jogging the few blocks down to the drug store. It was empty when she arrived, signaling the late hour of the night. Nevertheless, she quickly asked for the items she was looking for, ignoring the surprise of the clerk at her appearance. He stumbled over his words at her arrival but managed to tell her where she could find what she needed.

Jamie immediately grabbed a bottle of children's aspirin and quickly paid. Just as quickly she went running back to Sarah's, so Eve could have medication as soon as possible. When she arrived, the little girl was still wailing, and the petite woman looked distressed. "Here's the aspirin. What's wrong?"

"Robert forgot to pack a thermometer, so I can't take her temperature," she mumbled.

The tall woman gave a reassuring smile. "I'll go get one for you. Hopefully some of these might help though," she stated, handing over the bottle to Sarah. "Be back soon."

"Thank you, Jamie." she managed to call out after the brunette's retreating form.

Jogging passed the concierge desk a second time, she gave the night watchman a grin before heading out the door. She went back to the same store but didn't ask for assistance, knowing where the infant items already were. Quickly she scanned over the available thermometers before settling on the one that looked the least intrusive for a child. Heading up to the register a second time, she only offered a demure smile and her credit card. When the transaction was complete, she headed out into the night again. Being that there was little traffic out at that hour, she was able to make quick work of the five blocks.

"I'm back," she announced, barging into the blonde's condo. "Here's a thermometer."

"Thanks. She hates this, so could you do it while I hold her?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me get this thing out of the package," she answered, ripping the plastic open. However when she opened it, she realized she needed batteries to make it work. "Man, I have to go back for batteries," she grumbled.

"What size?"

"Double A."

"Just take them out of my discman for now. We can get batteries later," the younger woman instructed.

The tall actress did as Sarah said. Finally getting the thing to work, she approached Eve with it slowly. Sarah distracted the little girl with words while the tall woman slipped it in her ear to take the reading. "It's high. She's got a 101," Jamie reported after a moment. Putting the thermometer aside, her nose caught a whiff of something horrible. "What's that smell?" she asked, coming back to Eve and Sarah.

"I think that's my daughter," Sarah answered.

"Oh, gross. I'm going to let you take care of that one," teased the brunette. "I bet Eve's probably dehydrated. Do you have anything she can drink?"

"Check the fridge. I'm not sure I have anything other than juice for her."

Jamie went into the kitchen to see what Sarah had for the little girl to drink. Sure enough there were only juices, which she knew would not be the best thing for Eve in her condition. Nevertheless she poured the toddler a small glass to tide her over.