Page 101 of Sharing Shane

Veronica frowned. “I hate it when you say it that way. I can’t put my finger on why, but it just sounds wrong.”

“Forgive me, I’m high. And seriously, where is the waitress? I’m starving.”

“Here.” Veronica shoved her glass across the table. “Drink my milkshake, and try to act right.”

Delia peered into the glass with a frown. “Why’d you get cherry?”

Veronica sighed. “I can’t remember why we’re friends.”

“It’s okay. I can live with the cherry.” There was a loud slurp as Delia demonstrated her flexibility. “Where were we?”

“Feelings.”

“Right.” Lips pursed around the straw, Delia nodded thoughtfully. “You said before that Shane having another partner didn’t bother you. Still true?”

“I think so. I don’t feel jealous when he has plans with Wyatt, or talks about him.”

“You got a bunch of books on polyamory, right?” Delia swirled the straw in the milkshake. “Have they been helpful?”

“Yeah.” Veronica propped her chin on her hand. “A lot of the advice doesn’t apply to me, at least right now, but I can see it being helpful down the line. Oh, and I found a support group.”

Delia blinked. “A support group? For polyamorous couples? Thrupples? Foursomes and moresomes?”

“How about ‘people’?”

Delia’s brow furrowed in thought, then she shook her head. “Not as catchy.”

“Anyway,” Veronica said with exaggerated patience. “I went to my first meeting last night.”

“Was it like AA, but for monogamy?”

“For God’s sake, Delia.”

“I thought that was funny,” Delia protested, then shrugged. “Anyway, how’d it go? Did you share?”

“It was good, and yeah. I explained that I was just starting to see someone who is poly and has a current partner, and everybody was super supportive. They gave me some blogs and podcasts to check out, and a couple more books.”

“Awesome. Did you mention the threesome?”

“No.” Veronica winced. “The focus is really on relationships, so I felt weird bringing up sex. Besides, a lot of people seem to have kind of a trigger about it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because that’s always where everybody’s mind goes whenever polyamory comes up. ‘Ooh, you get to have orgies’. I get the feeling it rubs them the wrong way.”

“Rub. Heh.”

“Delia.”

“Oh, come on. That was funny.”

“You’re a disaster,” Veronica told her, then looked up as the waitress arrived, her tray overflowing with seven plates of food for Delia and Veronica’s cheeseburger.

“Oh yay, food!” Delia cried, clapping her hands as the waitress began to unload.

“Thank God,” Veronica said. “Quick, shove something in your mouth and stop talking.”

Delia grinned and popped a tater tot into her mouth. “You love me.”

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