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was at her house right now. Even if they didn’t ask her to choose sides, by default, the decision was made. Her friendship with Evelyn was just one of many things that were about to change drastically.

Chapter Four
     
    “Good morning,” Evelyn called as she pushed open the front door.
    “In the kitchen.”
    Evelyn followed the sound of Kendall’s voice, surprised to find her there. The past several mornings she’d returned from her daily run to find Kendall still moping in bed. Today, she stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand. She flipped several pancakes and then turned to Evelyn. “Breakfast?”
    “I can’t eat anything that heavy after a run.” She inhaled the smoky scent of bacon and couldn’t resist snatching a piece from the plate.
    “Pancakes?”
    “No, thanks.” Knowing the punishment her stomach would inflict if she indulged, instead she took a container of Greek yogurt and several fresh strawberries from the fridge. “Looks like you’re feeling better.” She watched Kendall pile four pancakes onto a plate and saturate them in syrup. “Got your appetite back, huh?”
    “I guess so.” Kendall shrugged as she slid onto a stool next to the island.
    “Will you be ready to run with me tomorrow morning? I could really use the workout.” Their competitive natures fueled them when they exercised together. She mixed sliced strawberries into her yogurt and then leaned against the counter opposite Kendall.
    “I see no reason to get up at five a.m. if I don’t have to.” Kendall shoved a forkful of pancake into her mouth, chewed quickly, and swallowed. “There’s a reason I work second shift, you know.”
    “Yeah, what is it?”
    “What?”
    “Why do you work evening shift? You and Melanie could have been on the same schedule if you’d gone to days.”
    Kendall shoved her plate away and stood up. “I thought you went over there last weekend to talk some sense into her, but apparently you’ve been listening to her bitch about me.”
    “I just asked a question.” She clamped down the urge to remind Kendall that she’d been listening to her complain about Melanie as well. Kendall had called in sick to work and sulked for the past four days.
    “Oh, come on, those words were right out of her mouth.”
    “She wasn’t bitching about you. She talked about her reasons for doing what she did. I listened, yes, because I’m trying to be a good friend to both of you.”
    “Yeah, well, I have my reasons, too. I worked days when I was in training and hated it. I don’t like getting up early, and I hate making bullshit reports all shift. That’s all they do on days, and you know it. So what good is there in Melanie and me spending more time together if I’m miserable half the time? I would never ask her to change her career to make me happy.”
    “I’m sorry. I know this is a tough time and I don’t want to add to your stress.” She didn’t have any right to judge how Kendall was handling her relationship. She certainly wasn’t an expert on keeping a girlfriend.
    Sometimes she wished she could go back to men, though she knew plenty of lesbians who would judge her for such thoughts. Her relationships with the men she dated until her junior year in college had been easy. She had no problem fulfilling the physical requirements, and they expected very little from her emotionally. Then she’d met Colleen. Colleen was older, a graduate student, and unabashedly driven. She’d fallen head over heels. She’d never felt anything nearly as intense and, while not ready to label herself as lesbian, she couldn’t deny being at least bisexual.
    When it ended, she tried to convince herself she’d been attracted to Colleen not because she was a woman, but in spite of it. She started dating men again, but once that part of her was awakened, she was unable to stop the flashes of awareness when she encountered a lesbian or the sparks of attraction when she developed a crush on a female classmate. She