Page 30 of Sharing Shane

Wyatt barked out a laugh. “Welcome to my world.”

Deciding to let it lie for now, Veronica picked up her drink and slipped into small talk. “How long have you two been together?”

“Three years,” Wyatt said, aiming a warm look at Shane. “He swept me off my feet.”

Shane cocked a brow when Veronica choked on her drink. “Don’t believe that, huh?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Veronica managed. “It’s um...it’s...”

“Good save,” Shane commented.

Wyatt laughed. “It’s true. We met when my husband commissioned him to do some built-ins. We were turning the formal dining room we never use into a library, and Seth wanted custom shelves.”

“Seth is your husband?”

Wyatt nodded and waggled his ring finger at her, making the shiny silver band wink in the sun. “Just over a year now. Shane was my best man.”

Veronica opened her mouth to reply, then closed it again when she realized she had no idea how to respond to that.

Wyatt’s smile was knowing. “Hard to wrap your head around it, huh?”

“Honestly, yes,” Veronica admitted with a wince. “Sorry.”

“Hey, no worries. It bends a lot of brains. But just FYI, we’re keeping our relationship quiet this trip,” he said gesturing between Shane and himself. “Seth and I are here with his work colleagues, and we’re not out as non-monogamous to them.”

Veronica blinked. “Oh. Well, I won’t say anything.”

Wyatt jabbed his fork into his salad. “Appreciate it. And that’s enough about our weird love life. I want to hear about yours.”

Veronica blinked. “Mine?”

“Yeah. Delia said you just broke up with someone.”

She chewed thoughtfully. “You could call it that, I guess,” she began as the phone inside the cottage rang.

Shane frowned. “Expecting a call?”

“No. Anyone who knows me would call my cell.” She started to rise, then sat again when he waved her down.

“I’ll get it.”

She waited until he’d stepped inside, then turned to Wyatt. “Is he always this intense?”

Wyatt grinned. “Sexy, isn’t it?”

She laughed, her cheeks warming. “I guess it is. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I met him.”

Wyatt’s grin turned just a little wicked. “I know the feeling. When I walked in on him fitting shelves, he was sweaty and dusty and had his shirt off, and I thought I was going to pass out. Then he told me to get the fuck out of his way.”

Veronica polished off one section of sandwich and reached for another. “Now that, I believe.”

“The grumpy is only surface,” Wyatt said, crunching on a crouton. “Underneath he’s a big, cuddly teddy bear.”

She couldn’t suppress the snort. “Grizzly bear, maybe.”

“Trust me. I know he’s been a crab ass to you, but that’s just because—” He broke off as Shane stepped outside. “What’s up?”

Shane spared him a quick glance, then turned to Veronica. “That was the front desk.”

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