Page 76 of Sharing Shane

“Buzzkill,” Wyatt said, sulking into his beer.

Shane looked at Veronica and winked, humor dancing in his eyes. “Did you eat lunch?”

“Just a smoothie at the spa.”

“Let’s order in and watch a movie.” He looked down at the sulking Wyatt. “You can stay if you promise to act your age.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Wyatt muttered.

“I’m not watching Dirty Dancing again,” she warned.

Shane sighed. “Fine. But no horror.”

“Comedy?”

He nodded. “Acceptable.”

“Cool.” She swung her legs out of the hammock. “I know just the thing.”

“Is it going to make Shane cry?” Wyatt rose from the chaise. “I’d like to watch a movie that makes Shane cry.”

“Um, I don’t think it’s a crying kind of movie,” she began, stifling her laughter as Shane swiped at Wyatt’s head again. Wyatt saw it coming and dodged, sticking his tongue out. “But then again, he cried at Dirty Dancing, so what do I know?”

Wyatt grinned. “When Johnny says, ‘Nobody puts Baby in a corner’?”

“It was sweet.” She pushed out of the hammock and patted Shane’s arm. “Don’t worry. It’s not a crying kind of movie.”

“Five bucks says he’ll do it anyway,” Wyatt said.

Shane just grunted. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

THREE HOURS LATER Veronica set down the remote and shot an apologetic look at Shane. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t think Defending Your Life would make you cry.”

“Are you kidding?” His eyes, still damp, glared at her in disbelief. “He’s risking everything to be with her.”

“Told you he’d cry.” Wyatt leaned over to kiss Shane’s cheek, then snagged the box of tissues off the coffee table and passed them over. “He may be all gruff and grim on the outside, but on the inside? Marshmallow.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t like it,” she began.

“Of course, I liked it,” Shane said and pulled a tissue from the box. “It was great.”

“Oh. Okay. Good.”

“I’ll tell you a little secret about our boy, here,” Wyatt said, leaning over Shane to see her better. “He likes it when movies make him cry.”

“Well, then.” She patted Shane’s shoulder as he mopped his eyes. “Want to watch another one?”

“I’m out,” Wyatt said, levering himself off the sofa. “I have to get back and get changed for dinner. Veronica, it’s been a pleasure.”

He bent to kiss her cheek, and she smiled up at him. “Wyatt, you could charm the panties off a nun.”

“Nuns don’t wear panties,” he said with a waggle of his brows. “Don’t ask me how I know that.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Shane said to Veronica and started to stand. “I’ll walk you out, Wy.”

“I can find my way,” Wyatt said, laying a hand on Shane’s shoulder to keep him in place. He glanced at Veronica. “Do you mind if I kiss my guy here goodbye?”

“Not at all. Do you mind if I watch?”

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