Page 13 of Sharing Shane

Delia laughed. “Sorry. That had the makings of a great bit, I just wanted to see how far I could take it. Shane is Wyatt’s other partner.”

“Other partner?”

Delia nodded. “Wyatt and Seth are married, but they have a polyamorous relationship.”

“Which means...” Veronica prompted.

“It means they both have relationships outside of their marriage. I don’t think Seth is seeing anyone else at the moment, though, and anyway, from what Wyatt’s said he prefers casual hookups to relationships outside his primary. But Shane and Wyatt have been together for a couple of years.”

Veronica rolled that around in her mind. “Maybe I am drunk because this makes no sense to me.”

“It’s kind of hard to wrap your head around at first.”

“No kidding.” Veronica frowned. “So, Shane is the one who’d be buying Derek’s half of the vacation?”

Delia nodded. “Seth and Wyatt are already going for the firm’s retreat. Wyatt said he’s been bugging Shane to join them, because he’s been buried in work and Wyatt thinks he needs a break, but the place is sold out.”

“Oh. So would Shane be staying in my room with me, or would he be bunking with Seth and Wyatt?”

Delia shrugged. “When Wyatt calls me back, I’ll ask him. Are you okay if he stays with you?”

“I guess. There’s plenty of room, right?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Delia looked thoughtful. “I mean, it’s supposed to be for a couple, even with the upgrade.”

“What upgrade?”

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you. That’s what I called about this morning. I got you upgraded to a beachfront condo instead of just a room in the main hotel.”

“How?”

“It was being renovated, and it was finished ahead of schedule. And they were overbooked on the hotel end, so they called to ask if you could take the condo instead, and I told them yes.”

“I forgive you for being rich,” Veronica said solemnly.

Delia rolled her eyes. “Can we set fire to Dead Dick’s stuff now?”

“Okay.” Veronica pushed herself off the couch and started for the bedroom. “I have to gather it all up. Want to help?”

Delia started to answer, then turned to her phone when it buzzed. “That’s Wyatt.”

Veronica waved a hand. “Talk to him, then find me in the bedroom.”

“Okay. Hey, Wyatt.”

Veronica moved down the hall, Delia’s voice fading away as she stepped into her bedroom. She went right to the dresser in the corner, and the second drawer from the top that she’d cleared out for Derek’s use. Yanking it open, she eyed the contents with satisfaction. A couple of T-shirts, a pair of jeans, two pairs of the silk boxers he liked so much. Dress socks, a sweater, and three silk ties, neatly rolled.

She dumped the drawer out onto the floor and moved to the closet.

His gray suit hung there, still in its dry-cleaning bag. She tossed it onto the pile. Two dress shirts, one white and one in a pretty blue that Derek liked because it brought out the color of his eyes. She tossed the shirts on top of the suit. A pair of running shoes, practically brand new, and his beloved Ferragamo loafers joined the pile.

She’d moved on to the bathroom by the time Delia joined her.

“Okay, so Wyatt said—” She broke off when she saw the plastic shopping bag in Veronica’s hands. “What’s all that?”

“Derek’s grooming products.”

Delia peered into the bag. “He keeps all that here?”

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