Page 80 of Sharing Shane

Shane tossed his napkin on the table. “I’m going to go for a run,” he declared. “When I get back, if the two of you are done with your pity party, we can figure out something fun to do on our last day.”

“Fine,” Veronica sighed and laid her head on the table again with a pitiful moan.

Wyatt laughed. “Go. I’ll cheer her up.”

“Don’t be a pervert,” Shane warned.

“Yeah, yeah, blah, blah.” Wyatt waved him off. “Go.”

Veronica lifted her head to look at Wyatt as Shane’s footsteps faded away. “You can be a pervert if you want. That might cheer me up.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “How depressed are you?”

“A little bummed,” she admitted. “But sometimes I like to wallow.”

“Me, too. Shane’s too practical to wallow.”

She laughed at that. “Oh God, he is.”

“This is pretty comfortable.” Wyatt lowered a foot to the ground to push off, setting the hammock swinging again. “I should get one of these at home.”

“I’ve napped in that thing every day,” Veronica told him. “I’m going to miss it.”

“I can see why.” He nestled back into the pillows, then lifted his head to eye her curiously. “You guys haven’t done it in this, have you?”

“God, no,” she said with a snort. “We’d probably kill ourselves.”

“Yeah. Not a lot of…stability,” Wyatt mused.

Veronica raised a brow. “Is that it?”

“Is what it?”

“You being a pervert,” she explained. “I mean, based on past conversations, I was expecting something more than just speculation about hammock sex.”

“Okay,” he said agreeably. “When Shane gets back, wanna have a threesome?”

“Um….maybe?”

He started, making the hammock jerk. “Seriously?”

“No,” she said, half wishing she wasn’t. “And neither are you, you’re just trying to spook me again.”

He eased back onto the hammock, his gaze amused. “Would I do that?”

“Absolutely,” she said and tried to ignore the butterflies in her belly. “

“Okay, I would.” He sent her a wink. “But I’m serious about the threesome.”

“Oh.”

“If you’re not into it, that’s fine,” he went on, a watchful glint in his playful gaze. “I promised Shane I wouldn’t push. He’d kill me if he thought I was making you uncomfortable.”

She wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly. The little wiggle in her belly was something far warmer, and far more interesting, than discomfort. “I’m not not into it,” she hedged.

“But you’re not sure turning fantasy into reality would be a good idea,” he replied. “Okay. I won’t perv you into it.”

She had to laugh. “Perve me into it?”

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