Page 14 of Sharing Shane

“Not usually, but he went shopping yesterday. Nordstrom’s had a sale, and he likes to stock up.” Veronica shook the shopping bag. “I didn’t give him a chance to gather it up when I booted him out. What did Wyatt say?”

“Huh? Oh. He said Shane is in, so I called the resort and switched the names.”

“Cool. What about the sleeping arrangements?”

Delia pulled a jar of moisturizing cream out of the bag. “I should take this for Julian. He needs to start taking care of his skin.”

“With my blessing.” Veronica pulled a half-full tube of eye cream from the cabinet. “The sleeping arrangements?” she prompted. “Me or the boyfriends?”

“Boyfriend,” Delia corrected. “Shane and Wyatt are in a relationship, Shane and Seth aren’t.”

“Okay, then is he sleeping with me, or with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s husband?”

“You.” Delia glanced up. “Is that okay?”

“Is he an asshole?”

“No.” Delia frowned. “Kind of quiet, and he communicates mostly in grunts, but he’s nice. At least he was when he was working on my sideboard.”

“A nice grunter.” Veronica thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I’ll be spending most of my time at the beach anyway, so we probably won’t run into each other that much.”

“Cool,” Delia said. “Can I have this eye cream, too?”

“Take whatever you want, it’s all going in the trash.”

Delia frowned. “Are you sure? Some of this is expensive. You could probably return the stuff that’s still in the package.”

“I’m sure I could return it. The receipt is still in the bag.” Veronica pursed her lips. “I could use a little extra cash to buy vacation clothes.”

“Awesome. We can do that after we burn the rest of his stuff.”

“Yeah, about that. I don’t think we should.”

“What?” Delia’s pretty face moved into a pout. “Why not?”

“Because someone should get some use out of them. That’s a practically brand-new suit, and I bet someone could use it. Besides, I’m not sure my landlord would appreciate me having a bonfire on the balcony. They won’t even let me have a grill out there.”

“Good point.” Delia chewed her lip for a moment, considering. “I know an organization that works with recently released prisoners. They help with resume writing, interviewing skills, give them something nice to wear on job interviews. We could try there.”

“Perfect. And the stuff they can’t use can go to the thrift store.”

“I was really looking forward to burning them,” Delia said with a sigh.

“I know, honey.” Veronica patted her friend on the shoulder. “To make it up to you, I’ll let you pick out at least two outfits for me.”

Delia’s face brightened. “Deal. You separate the returnable face goop from the non-returnable face goop, and I’ll grab the clothes. My driver can pick us up in about fifteen minutes, I told him to stick close by.”

“Rich bitch,” Veronica called after her.

“Snobby bitch,” Delia called back.

Veronica snorted out a laugh and started sorting. She had a nice little buzz on from the wine and a whole afternoon of shopping with Derek’s money to look forward to. And best of all, she was getting revenge without having to post bail.

“That’s a win,” she decided and started mentally shopping for a new bikini.

Shane eyed his lover with a combination of amusement, affection, and resignation. Or rather, the back of his lover’s head. His surfer boy blond locks were currently sporting a raging case of fuck-hair, courtesy of their mid-day romp and Wyatt’s win of the who-gets-to-bottom coin toss. “Are we really doing this?”

Wyatt put his phone down on the nightstand and rolled over so they lay face to face in the big bed. “We’re doing this, babe. You need the break.”

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