Page 29 of Sharing Shane

“I forgot what the waiter said it was called,” Wyatt told her as he sat, and Shane followed suit. “I assume the pink means strawberries, but other than that I have no clue.”

She took an experimental sip and nearly choked. “Well, it has rum,” she wheezed.

Wyatt laughed. “Is that a good thing?”

She took another sip, the taste of the alcohol fighting with the frozen slush of strawberries, bananas and pineapple. It went down smooth as silk. “Yeah, I think it is.”

“Good guess, Shane,” Wyatt said and Veronica blinked.

“You ordered this?”

He shrugged and picked up the beer next to his plate. “You looked like a fruity frozen drink kind of person.”

“I’m not sure, but I think there’s an insult in there somewhere.”

Shane grunted, and Wyatt shot her a wink across the table. “How’s your vacation so far, Veronica?”

“It’s great,” she told him and picked up a section of her club sandwich. “Beautiful weather, first class hotel. What’s not to like?”

“Getting along with this grumpy bugger okay?” Wyatt jerked his head at Shane, who snorted and sipped his beer.

“Aside from the issue of the sleeping arrangements—which is not yet settled—so far it’s been fine.”

“It’s settled,” Shane put in, his tone brooking no argument and automatically putting Veronica’s back up.

“Just because you cheated—” she began.

“Cheated?” His scowl was so fierce he looked like he only had one eyebrow.

“Carrying me to bed after I was already asleep on the sofa is cheating,” she informed him archly.

“I didn’t carry you,” he told her.

“Then how did I get from the sofa to the bed?”

He shrugged. “You walked.”

“I walked?”

“Yeah, you walked. I poked you, told you it was time to go to bed, and you got up and walked to bed. End of story.”

“Hmmm.” She took a sip of her drink and wondered what he wasn’t telling her. “Still cheating.”

He sighed, a long-suffering sound that for some reason made her want to smile, and picked up his burger. “I’m not taking the bed.”

“You may as well give in,” Wyatt told her as Shane took a bite. He was watching them with his chin propped on his hands and a gleam in his eye. “He’s stubborn as hell.”

She sighed. “I don’t feel right taking the bed and making you sleep on the couch.”

“Sorry,” he said, looking very not sorry, and took another bite of his burger.

“How about this? I’ll take the bed for the first half of the week, you take it for the second.”

Shane’s eyes were steady on hers as he chewed and swallowed. “Okay.”

She paused, eyes narrowed. “You’re just saying that to get me to shut up, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

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