I'm still working on my other story but thought I'd start a new one after tonight's episode since there won't be any for another month! Just a short chapter...enjoy!

"Whoa! Whoa! Sorry!" Rayna said covering her eyes as she started to stumble backwards clumsily. "I'm so sorry!" She stammered searching for the door knob in the low lit room. She needed to escape as soon as possible.

Megan gasped, trying to shield herself with the back of the couch. She had been perched up on her knees half-dressed straddling Deacon when Rayna burst into his house.

Deacon didn't bother to notice the frightened look in Megan's eyes but his ears perked up when he heard the panic in her voice. Rayna's voice.

"Rayna?" Without thinking he gave Megan a gentle push off his lap, sitting her down on the couch next to him. He quickly stood up, buckling his belt, trying to stop her before she could get out the door.

On his way to the door he stubbed his toe on the coffee table, cursing in pain as he limped over to the door. Rayna shooed him away with her flailing arms. "No, no it can wait! Go back to what you were doing!"

She successfully found the door knob and turned it. Megan whipped her head around watching him chase after her. It was too late, Rayna had ran out and was opening the door to her car. He held the front door open with his hand, as he cursed under his breath again.

He turned back to Megan who was giving him a look. "What?" he asked as he closed the door after watching Rayna drive away. She shrugged. "I didn't say anything." He nodded. "You didn't have to. Your face says it all so you might as well let me have it."

He limped back over to the couch, his toe throbbing. She studied his face. "What was that about?" He shrugged. "I don't know, she drove off before I could ask." She shook her head. "I mean her bursting in here like that. Has she never heard of knocking?"

He cocked his head. "Who Rayna?" Was she hearing him correctly? Megan wondered. The tone in his voice defending the woman who just walked in on them. "I let myself into her place, she lets herself into mine. It's just what we do I guess."

She made a face. "Well maybe we should lock the door next time." He laughed as if she suggested they watch another one of those lawyer shows she like to watch so much. "It wouldn't make much difference. She has a key." Megan sat up. "What?"

"She used to check up on me to make sure I was doing the program, that I didn't slip, that sort of thing."

Megan licked her lips, contemplating saying what was really on her mind but trying very hard to put it gentle.

"Well maybe we should change the lock so she doesn't get an eye full next time when we're in the middle of that sort of thing."

He swallowed nervously as he shook his head. "I mean I could talk to her."

She smiled. "I think its best." He smiled back at her, as his hand creased her cheek. He leaned in for a kiss. "Where were we?"

Rayna continues driving in a frazzle. This was the second time she walked in on them. She sat at the red light still in a tizzy. What was she thinking going over there this late at night? She asked herself. She should've known it was only a matter of time before Megan moved in with him.

She was so used to walking in and finding him with his arms wrapped around the neck of his guitar, alone, writing a song probably about her. This was not something she expected to walk in on tonight.

The image of his bare chest burned in her mind. His hair had been messy probably from where Megan's fingernails ruffled through when he gripped her butt firm into his muscular hands letting his fingers wandered, making her feel tingly all over the way Rayna always liked. She cringed at the thought of him touching another woman like that.

She signed repeating his voice in her head calling her name. "Rayna?" She got so lost into her thoughts until the car behind her started honking when the light changed to green.

When she arrived home, the house was empty. She placed her keys and purse down on the counter. Resting her head in her hands, she leaned on her elbows on the counter. Becoming restless, she started pacing in the kitchen.

Should she call him and apologize again for what happened moments ago? Would it be weird if she brought it up again? She wondered.

The image of the two of them half naked burned into her mind again making her feel ill. She made her way over to the kitchen sink, pouring herself a glass of water hoping to remove the sudden distaste in her mouth.

Later that night, Deacon rolled over in his bed as he stroked Megan's hair. She was fast asleep. He began to shift around, pausing to look down, making sure not to disturb her.

He slipped out of bed and made his way to the livingroom. He sat down on the couch, resting his head back. He sat up, tapping his fingers on the coffee table until his phone lying conveniently there in front of him caught his eye.

He picked it up and let his thumbs do the talking. Before he could stop himself he hit send.

Rayna pulled down the covers of her bed. She stared at the bed thinking about Deacon and Megan sharing a bed together. She swore.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed she jumped as her phone on the nightstand signaled to her she had a message. She picked it up.

There it was, lit up on her screen. His name.

Deacon.