Page 94 of Sharing Shane

“I have a client meeting on Monday and a standing date with Wyatt on Wednesdays.”

“I guess that leaves Thursday,” she began, then she remembered. “Oh, hell.”

He raised a brow as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. “Problem with Thursday?”

Tapping the screen, she brought up her tracking app and stifled a sigh. “Yes. My period is due to start that day.” She looked up with a wince. “Sorry. Was that too much information?”

He was watching her with a thoughtful look on his face. “No. Are your periods really awful or something? Do they make you sick?”

“No. I mean, I don’t feel great, but they’re not debilitating. Just the usual: cramps, cravings, blood, and crabbiness.”

“Cravings for what?”

“Chocolate, of course,” she said with a little laugh. “And salty foods, like pretzels or salt and vinegar chips.”

“How about we do movies in, then?” he suggested. “I’ll bring chocolate and salty snacks.”

“That sounds great, but I don’t like having sex on my period,” she told him bluntly. “So, if that’s what you’re thinking …”

“I’m thinking about bringing snacks and watching a movie with you.” He cocked his head when she stared at him. “What?”

“Derek would barely kiss me when I was on my period.”

He sat on the bed, disgust twisting his face. “That should’ve been your first clue he was a fucking tool. And do me a favor.”

“What?”

He lifted his hands to frame her face. “Don’t compare me to Derek.”

“Okay,” she managed before his lips claimed hers, soft and sweet. She rose to deepen the contact, gripping his wrists as she opened her mouth for his tongue.

He chuckled, muffled against her mouth, and lifted his head to whisper, “You have to redo your laundry.”

“I’ll buy new clothes,” she whispered back and was reaching for him again when a shrill whistle split the air.

She jerked back, startled. “What the hell was that?”

“Sorry.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “It’s the only ringtone I can hear over some of the machines in the shop.”

“Jesus.” She rubbed her hand over her racing heart. “It’s a good thing I don’t have a heart condition.”

“It’s Wyatt.” He tapped the screen to answer and spoke into the phone. “Hang on a minute, Wy.”

He lowered the phone and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

“Okay,” she said and raised her voice to be heard through the phone. “Hi, Wyatt. Thanks for the cock block.”

Shane raised the phone to his ear, chuckling as he walked toward the bedroom door. “Yeah, that was Veronica. Uh-huh. No. Not happening, Wyatt.”

“What’s not happening?” she called after him.

“He wanted me to tell you that he’d be happy to come over and be my stand-in.”

“Oh my God, he’s worse than Delia.”

“See you later.” He shot her a wink, then walked out the door.

She laid back against her pillow, sighing when she heard the front door shut behind him. She was all worked up now, that kiss having lit a fire in her belly, and the next time she saw him she’d be on her period and in no mood to be touched.

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