Page 62 of Sharing Shane

“He is?” She fought back a yawn. “Why?”

“Because I told him you were making Shane drool, and he thinks it’s hilarious.”

She was not awake enough to have this conversation. “Um. Okay.”

Wyatt opened his mouth, then turned when the bathroom door opened and Shane emerged.

He walked past the bed, shooting Wyatt a disgruntled look. “I told you not to wake her up.”

Wyatt held out his hands. “I didn’t, I swear.”

“He didn’t,” Veronica said around another giant yawn.

“Uh-huh.” Shane picked his duffle off the floor and set it on the end of the bed.

Veronica made an effort to focus her bleary eyes on Shane, naked but for the towel around his waist. “Wow. You got a lot of sun today.”

“You, too,” he said and she looked down at her chest above the sheet, much pinker than usual. “You coming to dinner?”

“If it’s okay with you.”

“Sure.” He pulled pants and a T-shirt out of his bag, then tossed it back on the floor. He did not, she noted, pull out underwear.

“You know, you can put your stuff in one of the drawers,” she pointed out, mainly to distract herself from the fact that he apparently planned to go to dinner commando.

He grunted and gathered up his clothes. “We’ll give you some privacy to get dressed.”

“Okay,” she said faintly, still focused on the lack of underwear, and watched him walk back to the bathroom.

He paused in the doorway, a scowl on his face. “Wyatt.”

“What? Oh, right.” Wyatt hurried to catch up to Shane, throwing a smile over his shoulder. “Privacy. Sorry.”

“No problem,” she managed, but the door had already shut behind them, leaving her alone in the bedroom with her lascivious thoughts.

“Dinner,” she reminded herself and climbed out of bed to find something to wear.

WYATT LEANED AGAINST the sink and waggled his eyebrows at Shane. “Well, that didn’t take long.”

Shane dropped his towel and reached for the underwear he’d left on the counter. “What didn’t?”

“Don’t play the grunting fool with me, my love,” Wyatt admonished playfully. “You know what I mean. You and Veronica.”

Shane tugged his boxers on. They stuck to his damp skin, forcing him to wiggle. “Me and Veronica what?”

“Fucked,” Wyatt said with a gleam of triumph. “She made a move, didn’t she?”

Shane grabbed his T-shirt. “Thanks to you, matchmaker.”

“You’re welcome,” Wyatt said and was wearing a satisfied grin when Shane’s head emerged from the shirt. “I can’t wait to tell Seth. How was it?”

Shane grabbed his pants and yanked them on. “Really?”

“Okay, okay, that’s a little crass.” Wyatt pursed his lips. “Fuck it, I still want to know.”

“Ask her,” Shane said, then frowned. “On second thought, don’t ask her. You’ll just make it weird.”

“I’m going to take that as a sign that it was good, and you’ll be doing it again,” Wyatt said. “She’s gorgeous.”

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