Page 38 of Sharing Shane

“Shane is what?” Shane asked, coming through the open door, and Veronica jumped up.

“Glad we could help out,” Wyatt said easily and pushed to his feet. “You take out the trash?”

“Hotel security is on it.” Shane’s eyes searched her face, his big body tense. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She rubbed damp palms on her thighs. “I’m okay.”

“If he gives you any trouble when you get back home, I want to hear about it.”

“It’s not going to be an issue, Shane.”

“I want to hear about it,” he repeated.

“He’s cute when he’s in protector mode, isn’t he?” Wyatt asked Veronica.

“Adorable,” Veronica agreed through the haze of confusion and hormones, and Shane gave a low, bad-tempered grunt.

“And so eloquent,” Wyatt continued, grinning when Shane glared at him. “Now, since none of us got to finish lunch. I think we should go out for a bite. The concierge told me there’s a great seafood place not too far from here.”

“Thanks,” Veronica managed and took a step backward. “But I think I want that nap.”

Shane frowned. “You should get some food.”

“I ate almost half of my sandwich,” she told him and took another step back. It was suddenly imperative that she be alone. “You guys should go, though. Let me know if the shrimp’s any good.”

“You okay?” Wyatt asked, concern in his pretty eyes.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, edging toward the door. “Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime,” Wyatt said, watching her with a mix of concern and confusion. Shane just stared.

“I’ll see you later,” she said and ducked out before they could respond.

She made her way quickly down the hall, surprised when she didn’t hear any footsteps behind her. She stopped at the front desk to leave the keycard with Lacy, thanked the young woman for her help, then headed out into the midday sunshine.

She finally managed to exhale when she hit the path to the cottage, but there was no calming her racing heart. Jesus, she’d had actual sex that hadn’t turned her on this much. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, or what it meant, but she knew she needed to be alone to figure it out.

And to maybe take advantage of the handheld shower massager.

Six

“Well.” Wyatt turned to Shane. “That was interesting.”

Shane grunted. “Asshole deserved it.”

“No argument, but that’s not what I was talking about.”

Shane was staring at the empty doorway, a concerned frown on his face. “You think she’s okay?”

“She’s fine,” Wyatt said, and his tone had Shane turning to him. One tawny brow rose, and there was a smirk on his pretty face. “How’re you?”

“I’m fine. Guy was a lightweight.”

“Again, not what I’m talking about.”

“What?”

“I’m talking about this,” Wyatt said, laying his hand on the hard ridge of flesh behind Shane’s zipper.

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