A few minutes later Tanner walked in and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"I hope you don't mind I was searching through your fridge." Casey said.

"Nope, what are you making?"

"Omelets sound good to you?"

"Sounds great." Tanner set out a couple of plates on the counter next to Casey. Leaning back against the sink, she sipped her coffee while watching the curvy back side contained within her fuzzy fleece pants. It's bad of me to just stare. She thought to herself. Well it's not like this ...