Page 135 of Sharing Shane

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugged, feeling a little foolish. “I wanted to make sure it was something I could do. That it was the right choice for me, not just something I was putting up with for you.”

“And is it?” he asked, cautious hope in his teddy bear eyes.

“I think so,” she said slowly. “I’m still working out some of the details, but I think we can make it work. I want to try. Because I love you.”

He stared at her. “What?”

“I love you,” she repeated.

His arms came around her, bands of steel that squeezed hard and cut off her air, but she didn’t care.

“Really?” he asked, and she realized he was crying too.

“Yes.” She kissed his cheek. “Yes.” His other cheek. “Yes.” His mouth.

When she broke free, she pressed her forehead to his. “We still have to talk, you know.”

“I know.”

“Want to come inside?”

He nodded.

“Want to spend the night?”

He nodded again.

“Okay.” She dug out her keys, then stopped. “Wait. What about your date? Where’s Wyatt?”

His smile went bright as the sun. “He’s at my place. He told me if I didn’t get my ass over here and beg for your forgiveness, he was going to make me go to one of Seth’s lawyer dinners.”

She blinked. “Good threat.”

“Yeah. He said to tell you, if you forgave me, welcome to the family.”

“Aw.” She slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. “Maybe he can meet us for breakfast.”

Shane smiled. “I think he’d like that.”

Epilogue

Thanksgiving, One Year Later

Shane tried to slip out of bed without waking his sleeping lover, but his pocket watch banged against the nightstand, and he felt the mattress shift behind him. “Shane? You going?”

He turned to Wyatt. “Yeah. I promised Veronica I’d help her with the cooking today. Go back to sleep.”

Wyatt yawned hugely, shivering in the cool morning air. “What time is it?”

“Just after four.”

“Fuck.” He blinked rapidly. “Why do people start cooking so early on Thanksgiving?”

“According to Veronica, because big ass turkeys take forever to cook, and so dinner is ready to eat at halftime of the Lions game.” Shane tugged his jeans on, then reached for the cashmere sweater Veronica had given him for Christmas the year before.

“Good reason,” Wyatt said with a sleepy smile. “It’s nice, you guys having everybody over today.”

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