Page 12 of Sharing Shane

“I am not drunk,” Veronica said with dignity. “I’ve had two glasses of wine, for God’s sake. I’m...”

“Relaxed?” Delia offered.

Veronica pointed at her. “Exactly. I’m relaxed. And I’m entitled to be as relaxed as I want because my boyfriend is a cheating dick with a dead dick.”

Delia snickered into the phone. “Anyway, do you think he’d be interested? Yeah, talk it out and call me back. Sure, no problem. Bye.”

Delia set her phone down with a grin. “I may have just sold Triple D’s half of the vacation.”

Veronica blinked. “To whom?”

“To Wyatt.” Delia frowned at the coffee table. “Did you eat the last taco?”

“Probably,” Veronica said and belched.

“So classy.”

“Thank you. Who is Wyatt, and why did you sell him my vacation?”

“Wyatt is a friend of Julian’s. He’s a pediatric nurse at the hospital. His husband is a lawyer at some law firm I can never remember the name of, but the firm is holding their annual retreat at the resort the same week you’re going.”

Veronica nodded. “So, he wants to go with him?”

“He’s already going with him.”

“Then why does he need Derek’s half of my vacation?”

“He doesn’t. Shane does.”

“I’m confused.”

“That’s because you’re drunk,” Delia told her and poured the last of the wine into her own glass.

“Relaxed,” Veronica corrected haughtily, then burped again. “’Scuse me. Explain this, please.”

“Shane is Wyatt’s partner. He’s a woodworker.”

“What’s a woodworker?”

“Shane is.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “I mean, what does being a woodworker mean?”

Delia shrugged. “In Shane’s case, it means he makes custom wooden furniture pieces, like tables and chairs, cabinets, beds. He made the mahogany sideboard in our formal dining room.”

“Really? I love that piece. It’s gorgeous.”

“I know. It was hideously expensive and worth every penny. Judith even complimented me on it.”

“So, Shane is Wyatt’s husband?”

Delia sipped her wine. “No, Seth is Wyatt’s husband.”

“Then who’s Shane?”

“Wyatt’s partner.”

“I swear to God, Delia,” Veronica began.

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