Page 84 of Sharing Shane

“Join the club.”

“So, you didn’t sleep with Wyatt and Shane?”

“Nope.”

“Then why are you wearing a man’s T-shirt?”

Veronica chewed her muffin and tried to look nonchalant. “What?”

“That’s not your shirt.” Delia pointed to the black T-shirt, now decorated with blueberry muffin crumbs.

“It’s a sleep shirt, Delia,” Veronica said, trying to brazen it out.

“It’s a man’s T-shirt, Veronica,” Delia countered.

“So?” Veronica bit into the muffin again and took her time chewing. “I buy men’s T-shirts for sleep shirts. You know this.”

“I do know this. I also know you buy V-neck shirts because you think they make your boobs look good.”

“They do make my boobs look good,” Veronica said smugly.

“And that is a crew neck,” Delia went on, undeterred. “It’s also black, and you always buy white.”

“When did you get so interested in my T-shirt buying habits?” Veronica wondered out loud.

“Girl, I have known you since we were eighteen, and I am your best friend. You can’t lie to me.” Delia arched one eyebrow so far up her forehead it almost disappeared into her hairline. “Spill it.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” Veronica huffed out a breath. “If I tell you what happened, will you go away and leave me to enjoy my coffee and muffin in peace?”

“I make no promises.” Delia folded her legs under her and leaned forward. “Dish.”

“Okay. I did not sleep with Wyatt.”

“Too bad. He looks frisky.”

Veronica paused to give her friend an incredulous look. “Frisky?”

Delia nodded, a lascivious gleam in her eyes. “Leather and chains kind of frisky. Also, I hear he and Shane like to tag team.”

“Where did you hear that?” Veronica demanded.

“From Wyatt.”

“Of course, from Wyatt.” Veronica shook her head. “Are you high right now?”

“Mildly self-medicated,” Delia admitted. “So, you didn’t sleep with Wyatt. Does that mean you did sleep with Shane?”

Veronica gave up and reached for her coffee. “Yes, I slept with Shane.”

“Thank God. How was it?”

“Yum,” Veronica said after a moment of thought. “Very much yum.”

“Multiple yums?”

“Multiple yums, multiple times.”

“Cheers to that,” Delia declared and tapped her paper to-go cup against Veronica’s in a Starbucks toast. “Are you going to sleep with him again?”

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