Page 79 of Sharing Shane

“Is that what we do?”

“I’m speculating,” she admitted. “Probably there’s more to it than that.”

“Probably.”

“But I bet it’s easier when you love somebody, the way you and Wyatt love each other.”

“Maybe it is,” he conceded as she drifted off to sleep. “Maybe it is.”

The rest of the week passed by in a blur of sun, food, and sex, and Veronica couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed. She lost track of the days, so when Shane asked her about her flight the day before they were due to leave, it came as a complete shock that their vacation was almost over.

She didn’t handle it well.

“Are you going to pout all day?” Shane demanded after her third heavy sigh.

“No.” She stopped poking at her breakfast of fresh fruit and yogurt to send him a grumpy look across the patio table. “Maybe just for the next hour.”

“Well, let me know when you’re done,” he commented, and bit into a slice of bacon.

She frowned at her fruit plate. “Why didn’t I get bacon?”

“You didn’t order it. You said you’d been eating like crap and you wanted something healthy.”

“Dammit,” she muttered.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked, biting into his bacon again. Smugly, she thought.

“I don’t know.” She pushed her plate aside and dropped her chin into her hands. “We could fuck, I guess.”

“We could fuck, you guess? Nice enthusiasm,” he said and polished off the bacon as she laid her head back on the table hard enough to rattle the flatware. “You’re going to get yogurt in your hair.”

“Oh, shut up. You didn’t even share your bacon.”

He snorted, then glanced over as Wyatt stepped onto the patio from the beach path. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.” Wyatt raised a brow at Veronica. “What’s with her?”

“She’s pouting,” Shane said, reaching over to move her plate away from her head.

She aimed her most pitiful look at Wyatt. “Shane didn’t share his bacon.”

“What a bastard.”

The bastard in question just rolled his eyes. “She’s blue because it’s our last day.”

“Man, me too.” Wyatt walked over to sink into the hammock with a sigh. “Leaving this place is going to suck.”

“See? He gets it.” Veronica sniffed without raising her head. “He also would’ve shared his bacon with me.”

“Of course, I would, darling,” Wyatt soothed.

“Are you both going to waste our last day here pouting?”

“Not the whole day,” Wyatt said. “Maybe like an hour.”

Veronica picked her head off the table. “That’s what I said!”

He set the hammock to swinging and grinned at her. “Synchronicity, baby.”

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