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"I really wish we could dress slutty for this thing."

The annual Sweetwine Fall Festival was held every October in the parking lot of the high school, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and pumpkins and bales of hay. The whole town would smell like kettle corn and apple cider for the entire day as the community gathered to play games and listen to live music and eat good old country cooking. The chili contest in particular was always a big hit. Children would bolt around in half-stitched Halloween costumes, faces sticky from caramel apples and bottles of Coke they had gorged on until they made themselves sick. Walt, the old farmer from up the road, always brought two or three of his smallest horses and would charge kids 5 bucks to ride them in a circle, which was never a great combination with all of the sugar.

Callie sat behind a rickety booth with Addison, one that had been well loved and reused for longer than Callie had been employed at the diner. Monday's Place had once been painted on it in big red letters, but the paint had chipped off the wood so badly over the years that she was surprised anyone could still read it. Not that there was any real need, when Callie's face had become synonymous with the booth over the years. She would spend several days preparing every year, stockpiling the fan favorite pies from her autumn repertoire—pumpkin and sweet potato and pecan and apple and maple cream. The flavors were a bit boring for her taste, but she sold out every year, and the tips were good.

"I mean, just imagine how good I'd look as a sexy witch. But noooo. Mark is so worried about keeping the family friendly image." Addison's eyes rolled. "As if the whole diner can't hear him cussing us out from the kitchen most days."

Callie laughed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear that the wind had blown in her face. "He probably just doesn't want you in something slutty if he's not here to see it. He is kind of a pig." The redhead could hardly be considered in costume, despite her complaints. She had on jeans and an old t-shirt, a witch's hat perched on top of her head. Callie had seized the opportunity to wear anything other than her old diner uniform, opting instead for a butter yellow checkered sundress, her hair left down in loose curls. She actually felt kind of…pretty, for the first time in ages. She had even put on a little bit of makeup, something she never did these days. It agitated Luke usually and just wasn't worth the fight.

It had been almost a week since she had been forced to tell him about the baby. He had been hovering since then, acting so sweet and doting in a way that made her stomach hurt. He insisted on dropping her off and picking her up from the diner in his old beat up truck, which meant Callie hadn't had an opportunity to talk to Arizona on the phone since the night they shared together at the Robbins' house. She had snuck a text to her while at work the day before the festival, worried that the blonde would feel abandoned by her again.

Sorry I've been mia. Lots going on. I'll talk to you when I can. x

Arizona had replied in under five minutes. No problem. Everything alright? And when Callie hadn't replied by morning, she texted again. Are you okay? Kind of worried.

Yes, had been Callie's only reply, cautious of leaving too obvious of a paper trail. Arizona hadn't replied, for similar reasons she was sure.

Luke had vowed to pick up more shifts at the auto shop to prepare for the baby, leaving Callie free for the first time in days, finally able to let her guard down a bit. She felt suffocated, smothered by the weight of the lovebombing and empty promises and constant presence of him. She supposed it was better than the unpredictability of his mean streak, but not by much. The finger-shaped bruises on her forearm were still blue, covered by an old cardigan she had resorted to wearing every day until she healed.

She couldn't wait to leave him. It was all she ever thought about. That and Arizona. At night, when she struggled to sleep, she would daydream about her, about her gentle touch, picturing the two of them five years in the future, free of anyone else, belonging solely to each other. She ached for it in a way that she couldn't put into words.

Brown eyes watched as a gaggle of children, no older than 7, ran past her booth, squealing as they played a game of tag, dressed in costumes that had been pieced together with scraps of cloth by their mothers. Pirates and princesses and vampires. It wasn't like there was a Spirit Halloween anywhere close to Sweetwine, not that anyone in town would be willing to pay that much for a costume anyway.

Callie let her mind wander to her childhood with Arizona and all the years they had spent together at this very festival. One year they had gone as Peter and Wendy, Callie wearing a too-big blue dress with lace that had belonged to her mother, a white ribbon in her hair, dress falling all the way to her ankles and pinned up to even come close to fitting her. She felt a smile ghost her lips when she remembered the fight Arizona had put up with her parents when they wanted her to go as Tinkerbell instead. Barbara had eventually given in, sewing scraps of green and brown felt together in a makeshift Peter costume. Arizona had worn combat boots and her short hair in braids and had ran around in the mud with Callie for hours playing pretend.

"Well, if it isn't the pie girl."

Callie startled a bit, so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Richard approaching. He walked slowly, back hunched. She grinned despite herself, happy to see the old grouch. "You just can't stay away from me, can ya?"

"Didn't your parents teach you that arrogance is unbecoming? That's what's so wrong with your generation, I swear it. Big heads without a lick of merit."

Callie laughed. "It's the Aries in me, Richard. You should know this by now. What can I get you?"

The man squinted his eyes at the list of pies Callie had scratched in chalk with her feminine handwriting. "My doctor told me I need to lay off the sweets. I told him when I keel over to charge you with my murder."

"I've got sweet potato pie. That's a vegetable."

"You ain't funny. But I'll take it. And tell that useless boss of yours to fix up this dump of a stand sometime. It's ugly as sin." That earned a snicker from Addison as she counted his change. She enjoyed any opportunity to take a dig at Mark.

Callie boxed up a slice of pie in a styrofoam to-go container and drew a heart on the top of the box with a sharpie before handing it over to the elderly man. "Here you go. I'll see you in the morning. Don't forget to have my horoscope ready."

Richard rolled his eyes and dropped a quarter in the tip jar before plodding off, feet shuffling a bit. It made Callie a bit sad to see how much he had aged in the twelve years she had been serving him, but she didn't want to think about it. She turned to greet the next person in line and strained to control the wave of nausea that hit her when she saw who was waiting.

She was so tall and so thin, with creamy skin and freckles and a sharp jaw, stormy gray eyes, ash brown hair chopped to her shoulders. She was beautiful. Stunning, even, in a way. She looked like old money. Like she could have been a model in New York or somewhere else glamorous.

She was the woman from Arizona's lockscreen. She was Lucy.

She was so different from Callie in almost every way that she felt insecure suddenly. Homely. Stupid in her checkered dress and makeup.

"Hi!" Lucy's accent was something she couldn't quite place. Somewhere west. It sounded rich, if that was even possible. So different from Georgia. "I've seen everyone walking around with your pie and I'm just dying to try it. What do you recommend?"

And she was nice. Fuck. She felt a pang of guilt in her stomach.

Callie steeled herself and smiled, flashing bright teeth that she hoped wouldn't betray her true feelings. "The maple cream is good. I mean, they're all good, but that one's really good."

"I'll take it then." Lucy's head tilted and she smiled as she looked at Callie, eyes narrowing just slightly. "You look so familiar. Have we met before?"

"I don't think so."

"Are you sure? I swear I've seen your face somewhere before. Your smile is so beautiful. I just know I've, like, seen it before."

Callie wanted to melt into the ground and die. She needed to wrap this conversation up as soon as possible before she embarrassed herself or revealed too much. "I kind of know most of the people in town." She swallowed back bile. "So I really do think I'd remember. But, um, thank you." She handed off the slice of pie to her. "And have a nice day."

A spark of recognition in those gray eyes. "That's it! You're the girl from the pictures."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're in, like, all of my girlfriend's childhood pictures. Arizona Robbins. Did you know she's back now? We just moved here." Lucy started looking around excitedly, neck straining. "I'm sure she'll love to see you. Let me find her."

"Oh—um, that's, wow. No. I didn't know." Panic tightened up Callie's throat. No. She wanted to scream but found it difficult to even speak. She knew she was acting weird by the way Addison was looking at her, a confused look etching her face. She balled her hands up into fists at her sides.

Her heart drummed in her ears, and as if on cue, she heard it. That laugh she'd know anywhere. She watched as Arizona turned the corner, giggling as she stumbled a bit, a bottle of beer in her hand. She was wearing a loose pair of overalls over a cream sweater, hair falling in messy waves down her back. She had a lazy grin on her face. She looked so beautiful. Happy. She was between a redhead and another tall woman that Callie recognized from her appointments. "Just admit it. I'm a beast at cornhole, even drunk," she heard Arizona taunt, always so competitive.

"'Zona!" Lucy called, and Callie cringed a bit. Arizona had hated that nickname growing up. Her and Tim used to tease her with it sometimes when they felt like being annoying. Arizona's blue eyes darted up, instantly landing on Callie, and the Latina could see some of the color drain from her face before she plastered on an undoubtedly forced smile as the trio approached the booth. She appeared to sober up some. ""Zona, I got us some pie and look who I ran into. It's your friend—" Lucy paused before turning back to Callie. "I'm so sorry, I got so excited I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lucy Kavanaugh. And you are…?" She held out a manicured hand to shake Callie's.

"Callie," she somehow managed to choke out. "Callie Moore. It's nice to meet you." Arizona looked like she could throw up as she watched them shake hands. Callie wouldn't have blamed her if she did.

The redhead that Callie recognized as the nurse—she was pretty sure her name was April—smiled at them. "Hi Mrs. Moore. It's great to see you! You guys are old friends?"

Callie swallowed and nodded, painfully aware of how close they were to being caught in a lie. She had told Lucy that no, she didn't know Arizona was back in town. And here were Arizona's colleagues recognizing her, greeting her with familiarity. She knew Arizona couldn't act surprised to see her without tipping off her coworkers, and she couldn't act not surprised without tipping off her girlfriend either.

Callie didn't know what to do, what to say, so she smiled sweetly and gestured to Addison beside her, muscles feeling tense. "This is my coworker Addison." She tried to think quickly on her feet. She knew she would pay for it later with an interrogation from her friend, but she also knew she was astute enough to play along with whatever Callie needed. "She's about to take over my shift here." A lie. "My boss just called me. There's an emergency down at the diner I gotta go help with. Men are useless, aren't they?" She let out a breathy laugh.

"Especially our boss," Addison seemed to catch on to Callie's cues. She reached for the tip jar and started to count through it, dividing it up to give half to Callie.

"Oh, tell me about it. There's a reason I don't date men," Lucy laughed, sinking a plastic fork into her slice of pie. She held the bite up to Arizona's lips, and Callie had to look away from the intimacy of it. She wasn't sure what she was expecting Lucy to be like. A part of her had hoped she would be a frigid bitch to ease a fraction of her guilt over what they were doing to her. She felt more like a real person now that they were face to face, and Callie felt terrible.

"Enjoy the pie, y'all. It was nice to see you." She pocketed her half of the tips in her cardigan and began gathering her things, avoiding eye contact with the group of women. "And have fun today." When she finally looked up her breath hitched at the way Arizona was looking at her, blue eyes locked in with a gentle gaze, golden brows furrowed apologetically. I'm so sorry, they seemed to say, before she was pulled away by her group, Lucy waving bye and babbling on about checking out the corn maze.

Lucy had her arm wrapped around the blonde's waist as they walked away, pulled into her side, leaning down to whisper something flirtatiously in Arizona's ear. Whatever it was, it made them both laugh, and Callie watched with disgust as Lucy's hand trailed down to give Arizona's ass a squeeze. A gnawing of jealousy hit Callie in the gut sharply and she tore her eyes away from the couple. She hadn't considered that Arizona was still intimate with Lucy. She wasn't sure why she hadn't. Of course she was. Arizona had outright told her before that she loved her girlfriend. Callie felt so dirty.

"You gonna tell me what the hell all that was about?" Addison asked with an arched brow, not judgmental, just curious.

Callie sighed, resigning herself to her fate that her little secret would finally need to be shared with her best friend. "Tomorrow. During your shift. Just… please don't think of me differently, okay?"

"Ooooh. Must be something real juicy." When Callie didn't laugh, Addison's face softened a little. "I won't judge you, Callie. I thought you knew that by now."

"It's pretty bad. I'm a bad person."

"I won't. Judge. You."

Callie finally smiled weakly at her, so grateful to have someone in her life like Addison. "I'll see you in the morning. Thank you for covering me."

"Duh. Always. It's what we do."

Callie really did end up at the diner, having nothing better to do with the rest of her day. She figured she might as well make a little money. Mark had given her shit for not being in uniform, but after a little sweet talking and Jo pleading to go home early, he finally let her clock in.

It had been extraordinarily slow all day, with the majority of the town busy at the Fall Festival. It was nice, in a way, and less grueling on her pregnant body, but the lack of tips was frustrating.

It was 15 minutes until closing and Mark had started shutting down the kitchen in the back. "I'm heading out. Lock up," she heard her boss call. Callie was pushing a mop across checkered floors when she heard the bells of the front door jingle. Her head shot up, breath catching when she found Arizona there, still in her overalls from earlier that day.

She spoke before Callie had a chance to ask her what she was doing. "I know I should've asked first if I could come by. I just needed to see you. Needed to talk to you." The blonde's eyes scanned the diner to make sure they were alone before she closed the distance between them. "I've been worried about you. And I…miss you, and our calls." Her cheeks flushed a bit at the confession and she pressed a soft kiss to Callie's mouth, letting her lips linger there. "You looked so beautiful this morning I just had to come tell you. And kiss you. Even if only for a few minutes." Her voice was low before she kissed Callie again.

Callie sighed softly against her lover's mouth, hands falling instinctively to her hips, which she gave a firm, nearly possessive squeeze. "I miss you too." And it was true, though the awkward encounter from earlier was still weighing heavily on her. "But you can't stay long. Luke should be here in 20 minutes to take me home."

"Oh." The blonde tried not to look disappointed. "No bus today?"

Callie shook her head. "He's been driving me all week. I, uh… I told him. About the baby. So he's been a little… protective."

"Oh." Blue eyes blinked, and Callie couldn't decipher what emotion was in them. "Is he excited?"

"He's very excited."

"Okay." Arizona cleared her throat a bit, fidgeting with the hem of the sleeve of her sweater. "Well, that's good news. I'm happy for you." A tight lipped smile. "What a gentleman, though, if he could have been driving you this whole time and wasn't." She knew she sounded a little bitter, because she was.

Callie arched a neat brow. "Don't be like that," she pleaded quietly. "That's not fair. Especially not after this morning."

Golden brows furrowed with guilt. "I'm sorry about that, Calliope. Really. You know it wasn't on purpose."

Callie swallowed harshly, hating the uncomfortable tension that was building between them. She let go of the blonde's hips, thinking of her words carefully. "How can you…How can you be okay with doing this to her?"

Arizona blinked and stepped back, taken by surprise by the simple harshness of the words. "What?"

"To Lucy. She's so nice, Arizona. We shouldn't be doing this to her."

A humorless laugh fell out of pink lips. "Are you serious?"

"I am. Very." She clenched her jaw. "I just don't feel good about it. It feels…cruel."

"My god, you're being such a hypocrite." Arizona's tone sharpened defensively, anger bubbling up in her chest. Of course she felt terrible about all of it. Callie was just worth it to her. "You can't actually be serious. It's only cruel when I do it, huh? Like you're so innocent in all of this."

Callie swallowed, biting back the frustration that was about to boil over. There was so much tension between them, so much unbridled passion that made navigating situations like this so tricky. "That's not what I mean and you know it. It's a lot more complicated with Luke and me."

Another laugh, not an ounce of humor dripping from it. "Yeah, I'd say so. At least I'm not married to Lucy and having her baby. I'd say that's worse." Her tone was sharp, cobalt eyes piercing.

Callie's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, willing herself to stay calm. There were so many complexities that she knew Arizona knew nothing about, and she tried to remind herself of that. The blonde had no idea how much danger she was putting herself and her baby in, hell, even putting Arizona in with their little trysts. When she reopened her eyes, she worked to keep her voice steady. "You aren't tied to her in any way. Not like I am to Luke. Believe me, I would leave him if I could."

Arizona finally seemed to soften at that. Her voice lowered, almost to a whisper. "You can leave him, Callie. You could. We could… we could be together." Her heart was hammering in her chest, feeling so exposed as she finally spoke her wishes out loud. "Really be together."

"Arizona…"

"I can help you. Whatever you need. You can live with me. We'll find a cute little place with lots of land. And a big kitchen, for you to bake." Her dimples popped, and Callie's chest hurt. "We can paint the nursery together. I would help give your baby the world, Callie." She was almost pleading. "We can go to the Farmer's Market on Saturdays, and have dinner with my parents every week, and—"

"Arizona," the brunette's harsh tone silenced her rambling, and she visibly deflated a bit. "I can't… I can't make any promises like that to you." Her heart broke as she said it because fuck, she wished she could.

"Oh." The blonde's voice was small, and Callie felt terrible.

She was terrified of what Luke would do to her when she left, even more terrified of what he would do to Arizona if he found them out. Regret filled her, hating herself for putting the woman she cared about more than anything in such a treacherous position. "I'm just not ready for this conversation yet. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I even brought up Lucy, okay? It was just hard seeing you with her today." She gazed lovingly at the shorter woman, praying she would understand. "Nothing has to change for now. We can just…keep doing what we've been doing." She reached to cup Arizona's cheek, hoping to reconnect them in some way, and frowned when the blonde stepped back from her, pushing her hand away.

"Okay. Got it." She sucked in a sharp breath, hurt radiating off of her. "Call me when you want a quick fuck then, I guess." Her tone was lethal as she turned for the door, and panic flooded Callie. She couldn't let her leave like this.

"Don't you walk out that fucking door, Arizona." The blonde stopped mid-step, but didn't turn back around. "Talk to me. Look at me."

When Arizona finally, stubbornly, turned back around, her blue eyes had welled with unshed tears, hurt and embarrassment evident. Callie crossed the room and kissed her hard, hoping to convey even a fraction of the passion she felt towards her. She was relieved when Arizona kissed her back, mouth opening readily, hands sliding into her hair as their bodies pressed tightly together, two souls melting into one.

When they finally broke the kiss, Callie slid her hands between them to hold Arizona's face in her hands, forcing her to look her in the eyes so she would soak in her next words. "You are so much more than sex to me. Don't you ever think that or say that again." Arizona nodded wordlessly, a lump in her throat preventing her from speaking. Not that it mattered, because Callie wasn't finished yet. "My life is so fucked up right now. It's a mess, in more ways than you know, and I'm sorry I dragged you into it." Her thumb grazed the soft apple of her cheek. "But you are the best thing in my life. And I swear that my inability to make any promises is not a reflection of my feelings for you."

Arizona tilted her neck to kiss her again, softer this time. Callie's strong arms wrapped around her waist and she relaxed into the warm embrace. It felt like home. "I'm sorry," she whispered against the tan woman's mouth, a soft sigh falling from her lips. "I'm really sorry. This is just so fucking hard. I don't know how to navigate any of it."

"I know. I don't either," Callie confessed. She rubbed lazy circles on Arizona's lower back, soothing her. "I don't know much of anything besides that I can't lose you, not again."

"You won't. You have me. You always have, I think."

They stood in comfortable silence for a few minutes, revelling in being in each other's arms. Callie broke the silence first, an amused smirk twitching at her lips. "So… 'Zona, huh?" She held in a laugh as she recalled Lucy's pet name for her, hoping to lighten the mood after their little tiff.

Arizona groaned, pressing her face in Callie's chest to hide it, embarrassed. "Shut up."

Callie's head tilted back in a laugh. "When did you stop hating that?"

"I haven't," the blonde admitted. "I just gave up on telling her I hated it."

"Maybe you'll lose another letter every so often. Maybe you'll be 'Ona soon."

"Ugh. Stop it," the blonde whined, a pout adorning her pretty face.

"Maybe I should think up a nickname for you, too." Callie pursed her lips, pretending to be deep in thought. "How do you feel about Rizz?"

"I hate you," the blonde grumbled, burying her face in Callie's neck, pressing a soft kiss to it. "Stop being mean."

Callie laughed. "Sorry. You're just so easy to tease."

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Just kiss me, you idiot."

And Callie did, her lips pressing against hers in a lazy, slow kiss. She pressed Arizona against the diner wall as they made out—it wasn't rushed, or greedy, but languorous and mind-numbing like a sedative, one that both women were quickly becoming addicted to. Callie swiped her tongue over the blonde's lower lip, thumb caressing the crest of her sharp jaw, before finally, regretfully, pulling back a bit. "You have to go soon, baby." Her voice was almost a whisper.

Arizona sighed, letting her head fall back to rest against the wall behind her. She watched Callie with hooded eyes, running her small hands up and down the cardigan on her ex's arms. "I know," she said unhappily. "When can I see you again?" She felt like a teenager, the way she craved the brunette constantly. Her mind wandered briefly to the evening they had shared in her childhood bed last week and she blushed when she felt a throb between her legs. "Lucy's going to Texas for some cardiology conference tomorrow. She'll be gone all week. So…" Arizona bit her lip. "If you can manage to slip away at all, you should come over."

Callie felt a smile ghost her lips. The thought of having Arizona all to herself in total privacy for hours on end was incredibly tempting. She thought about it for a moment. "Sunday. I'm not scheduled. I was gonna pick up an extra shift, but…"

"You can pick up an extra shift in my bed instead," Arizona dimpled, wiggling her brows playfully as she giggled.

Callie chuckled and rolled her eyes. She knew she'd have to figure something out with her husband, but that was a problem for later. "Can you pick me up here? I don't know where you live."

"Of course. Not a problem at all. Is 8 in the morning okay? Come hungry. I'm gonna make you pancakes." Her nose scrunched in excitement.

"Oh, god, not your cooking again. You're trying to kill me."

Arizona pretended to gasp dramatically, giving her a playful shove. "I'm gonna make you wish you were dead if you don't stop bullying me."

A cheeky grin crossed Callie's face and she laughed, before pressing a kiss to Arizona's forehead, then her jaw, then landing a final peck on her mouth. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

Arizona hummed against her lips. "Mmmmseeyou." Another peck before she tore herself away and headed for the door. She paused before she left, turning to look over her shoulder at the waitress. "Callie?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't even bother with underwear. I'm going to fuck you the second my front door closes. Maybe even before that."

And then she was gone, and Callie had to drink three glasses of ice water before she left with her husband.

Early the next morning, Callie was humming under her breath as she finished up a perfect spiced pear pie, warm notes of cinnamon and cardamom and lemon juice filling the diner. Addison was busy setting the lobby up for the opening shift, and Jo was beside her rolling silverware into napkins, rambling on about wedding planning.

"I was thinking you girls could wear green, or maybe peach. Oh, I don't know. There's just so many pretty colors."

"I look better in green," Callie laughed. "What does your groom think?"

"Oh, he doesn't care. Says to do whatever will make me happy. Ain't that romantic?" The younger waitress's eyes sparkled, and it made Callie smile. It was so sweet.

"Sure is. Sounds like you found a good one. I'm happy for you, honey."

"I know you'll just love him, Callie," Jo gushed. "He's so good to me and so handsome. And did I mention a dentist?! He says I don't even have to work once we're married if I don't want to. But I think I'd get bored sitting around all day. Plus I'd miss you girls too much. And those pies of yours. Oooooh! You should think up a pie special for our wedding day. And serve it every year on our anniversary!"

"Christ, do you birds ever put a cork in it?" Mark growled, rubbing his temple with a calloused hand. He was heating up the grill, preparing the eggs and sausages and bacon he'd be frying up soon. "It's too damn early."

Jo rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't be that way, Mark. You can be a bridesmaid too if you want."

Callie laughed and shook her head, sweeping up her fresh-baked pie to deliver to its display case in the front. Addison's green eyes locked on her best friend cautiously. "Smells good. Let me guess. Spiced pear?"

"Yep." Callie shot her an awkward smile, smoothing out her apron.

A red eyebrow raised and Addison laughed a bit. "Can we just talk about it? Whatever you're being so spacey about? I really think you'll feel better."

Callie shifted her weight, looking around to make sure their other friends couldn't overhear. "Fine," she sighed. "Just…remember how you promised not to judge me. Okay?" She kept her voice low. "I'm…. I'mhavinganaffair." She rushed to get the words out.

Addison blinked. Then laughed. "Jesus, Callie. Is that it?"

Dark eyebrows furrowed. "It's not funny, Addison."

But Addison was still laughing, shaking her head. "And here I was thinking that glow was from the pregnancy. Turns out you're just getting a good lay."

Callie narrowed her brown eyes. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because, the way you were acting, I was expecting you to have killed somebody, and I was prepared to back you up on it too." She laughed again. "But you're just… cheating? On your piece of shit husband? Good for you, honestly."

"I thought… I don't know. With Derek cheating on you I guess I thought you'd be more sensitive to all of it." Callie missed the way Addison's eyes flickered briefly to Mark before snapping back to focus on her friend.

"You're my best friend, Callie. I'd help you bury a body. Besides, if anyone, Luke deserves it." She cocked her head a bit. "Soooo… who is he? Do I know him?"

Callie swallowed. "No, you don't. And it's… she's a her. The woman we saw at the festival yesterday before I left. Blonde hair." She chewed on the inside of her cheek worriedly.

"No shit? With the dimples?" Addison's eyebrows were raised in genuine surprise. "Huh. I remember her. She was cute. No wonder you got so freaked out." She seemed to ponder for a moment before she shrugged lazily. "That's hot, Callie. Good for you."

Callie blinked. Not the reaction she had been expecting. "Really?"

"I just want you to be happy. Is the sex good?"

"Very," Callie blushed, excited shivers running up her spine at the thought of their upcoming meeting, at the words Arizona had left her with the night before. "But it's, um… it's more than sex too. It's complicated. There's a lot of history between us. She's my ex from forever ago. And she has a girlfriend of her own. And she's, um, kind of my doctor."

"Jesus Christ, Callie," Addison gawked. "When did your life turn into a porno?"

Callie smacked her friend's arm. "No judging!"

"I'm not," Addison replied truthfully. "I'm impressed." The redhead leaned her elbows against the counter, engrossed in their conversation. She didn't care if Mark yelled at them for gossiping instead of working.

"Okay," she grinned. "Tell me everything."