Page 129 of Sharing Shane

“Yeah, we talked about it when I called her.”

“You called her.”

“What are you, a myna bird?” Wyatt asked with a laugh.

Shane rubbed a shaky hand over his face, a sick feeling curling in his gut. “Maybe you better start from the beginning.”

Wyatt shrugged. “I called her when you didn’t answer your phone this afternoon. She told me she’d talked to you, that you were beat from the drive and probably still sleeping.”

“Keep going,” Shane urged when he stopped.

“There’s not much else,” Wyatt said, clearly confused. “I told her we had theater tickets, but with the craziness at work and you so tired, I’d rather bail on the play and stay in. She offered to pick up dinner.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. She said she’d swing by Mama Luke’s, pick up a calzone for you and Fettucine alfredo for me, then bring it by.”

Shane closed his eyes as Wyatt continued talking. “I told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted. Wouldn’t even let me pay for it.”

Shane opened his eyes again to find Wyatt watching him carefully. “Anything else?”

“Yeah. I told her she could stay for dinner, hang out and watch a movie with us, but she wouldn’t. Said she wanted us to have the time alone since we haven’t been able to grab much lately.”

“Fuck,” Shane muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Shane?” Wyatt asked, confused, but Shane shook his head and walked into the living room. Wyatt followed, frowning as Shane sank into the couch and laid his head back, still cursing under his breath. “What’s going on?”

Shane sighed. “I thought she was crashing.”

The cushion shifted as Wyatt sat down beside him. “What?”

He turned his head to meet Wyatt’s confused eyes. “I thought she was crashing our date.”

“Why would you think that?”

Shane muttered something under his breath, and Wyatt frowned. “What? I didn’t hear that.”

“Because Beth did it that one time,” he said more clearly.

Wyatt stared at him. “Tell me you didn’t accuse her of doing what Beth did.”

“Not in so many words,” Shane began.

“That means you did,” Wyatt groaned. “Jesus Christ, Shane. What did you say?”

“I implied she was trying to edge you out,” Shane told him, and remembering the rest, winced. “Then I suggested she was horny and lonely and might possibly have been angling for another threesome.”

Wyatt stared at him, aghast. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“I panicked, okay? I got…scared.”

“Well, at least you admit it,” Wyatt said. “Of what?”

“That she won’t want to be with me if I’m not monogamous.”

“Huh?”

“Look, I know she says she’s fine with it,” Shane began. “And she seems okay now. But what happens if she figures out down the road that she’s not? If she starts to resent me, or hate me for loving you, too?”

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