Two hours later, both women sat in Brees car, discussing where they should go.

"We were at your place last time", Shane now pointed out, "it should be mine now..."

"But my daughter might worry if I don't come home", Bree replied, making the brunette chuckle again.

"Oh, you mean the daughter you threw out of the bedroom so she can walk the dog you don't have?"

"Yes, that daughter", Bree sighed out, embarrassment to be reminded of this situation.

"Call her then", Shane now suggested, holding her cell phone out to her. Bree looked from her face down on the phone, then back up at her, and shook her head.

"No, she's probably sleeping already... I don't want to wake her up. Let's just go."

"Alright", Shane shrugged, telling her the directions to her home afterwards. Once she had gotten done with that, Bree started up the engine and drove away from the bar; her heart hammered against her ribs almost painfully, she couldn't believe she would do that again – and she couldn't believe how much she looked forward to it.

In the next morning, Bree woke up to the sun shining into her face once more, this time without a hangover though – and without temporary memory loss. She yawned and sat up in the comfortable bed, surprised to find the sheets beside her empty. For a moment, she thought that Shane just had left after she had woken up, and her heart sank; then, she remembered that they had gone to her place, and thus it wasn't very likely for her to just leave her alone. After stretching herself, Bree grabbed her blouse and put it on, not caring about her bra; after getting out of the bed, she stepped into her panties, then opened the bedroom door and peeked down the hallway, soon picking up some noise coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, she made her way down the hallway and followed the noises; soon, she found the room the noise came from, looking into a small kitchen once she had opened the door. With her back to the door, Shane stood, obviously preparing breakfast; she glanced over her should and smirked at the redhead when she saw her standing in the doorway.

"Good morning", she then spoke, making Bree smile back while she entered the room and walked over to her.

"Good morning to you too. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked so cute asleep, I couldn't bring myself to it", Shane winked, then concentrated on the breakfast again. "I hope you like pancakes!"

"Perfectly fine, thanks", Bree replied, taking a seat at the table while the other woman finished her work on the pancakes and put them on two plates. They both ate heartily, drinking coffee as an addition; when they both had gotten done, Bree let out a satisfied sigh and leaned back into the chair, looking at the brunette who sat opposite of her.

"That was very yummy", she spoke, "thanks. But I'm afraid I have to leave now..."

"That's okay, if you promise we'll meet again", Shane replied, making her smile again.

"Sure... I'll give you my cell phone number..."

"Alright", the brunette agreed, getting up to get her own mobile. The two exchanged their numbers, then Bree returned to the bedroom and put the rest of her clothes on. Shane accompanied her to the door, kissing her goodbye there; after the short, but heated kiss, the redhead finally left the apartment house and got into her car, getting on her way home. During the drive, she couldn't believe how good she felt; even though part of her told her that what she had done was wrong, immoral and unnatural, she couldn't stop smiling. Her stomach felt all quivery and queasy, just like back then after her first dates with Rex; she let out a small happy sigh while her house appeared in the distance. The moment she parked her car in front of it and turned off the engine, the door flew open and Danielle came storming out, relief appearing on her face when she saw her mother get out of the car.

"Mom! Where have you been? You said you'd be back soon yesterday night! I was so worried!"

"I'm sorry", Bree apologized, letting the car door fall close. "I met... a friend, and stayed at her place because I didn't dare to drive anymore."

"Oh, okay... Do I know that friend?" Danielle demanded to know, and Bree gave her a stern look.

"Don't be so nosey, young lady", she then scolded, making her daughter giggle – to her big surprise. "What's so funny?"

"That friend doesn't happen to be the guy you spent Saturday night with, right?" her daughter asked back, making her raise an eyebrow.

"What did I just say about being nosey?" Danielle just shrugged and grinned, then turned and made her way back into the house, Bree close behind her, her thoughts still circling about the woman she had spent the night with.