Page 61 of Sharing Shane

“Focus,” he chided her with knowing amusement.

“Right.” She shook off the fantasy. “How do you define ‘fling’?”

“Hang out and do stuff besides fucking, but also fuck.”

“That sounds good. Let’s do that.”

“Works for me,” he said genially and pushed to his feet. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was going to hang out on the beach,” she said and watched him begin clearing away their lunch debris. “Read a book, take a nap. Maybe go for a swim.”

“Want some company?”

“Sure. Hey, I just realized something.”

He paused in the act of fitting the lid on the container of ranch. “What?”

“You haven’t grunted at me once since I sat down, and you talked. A lot.”

“Again, welcome to poly.” He finished packing up the cooler. “I’m at my word quota for the day, though.”

“Oh, good. Because I don’t know if you know this, but the grunting is hella sexy.”

He picked up the cooler and let out a deliberate grunt. She sagged back in her chair and let out a sigh, fanning herself with her hand. “Oh, baby.”

He snorted out a laugh and walked back inside, and she grinned at the cloudless blue sky. “This vacation rocks,” she decided, and making a mental note to send Delia some of her favorite THC-infused chocolates, followed Shane into the cottage.

Several hours later, Veronica woke from another post-sex nap, feeling loose and relaxed. She stretched, loving the slight soreness in her muscles, then rolled over and opened her eyes with a happy sigh. And immediately let out a shriek when she saw the man standing beside the bed. “Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry,” Wyatt said, his blue eyes twinkling even as his mouth twisted with remorse. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She clutched the sheet to her breasts and tried to catch her breath. “So, what? You were just watching me sleep? That’s not creepy at all.”

He held up a piece of paper. “I was leaving you a note. Do you know you snore?”

“I do not snore.” She sat up, making sure to keep the sheet tight against her chest, and shoved her hair out of her face. “I breathe with emphasis.”

“I stand corrected.”

She ignored the laugh in his eyes. “Why are you leaving me a note? How’d you get in here? What time is it?”

“It’s almost seven,” he explained, taking the questions in reverse order. “Shane let me in. And I was leaving you a note to tell you to come up to the hotel to join us for dinner.”

Her brain didn’t seem to want to engage. She looked around but didn’t see any sign of Shane. “Where is Shane?”

“In the shower,” Wyatt said, jerking his head toward the bathroom door, and the faint sound of running water coming from behind it. “You hungry?”

“Um.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Yeah.”

“Want to get dinner? Seth has the night off from forced socialization, so we’re going to get a steak.”

“Forced socialization?”

Wyatt flashed a grin. “Yeah, all the team-building rah, rah, rah stuff the firm has planned. Tonight’s their ‘free night’, so we’re going to take advantage. You should come.”

“A steak sounds good,” she said, and it really did. But... “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t,” Wyatt assured her. “Besides, Seth is dying to meet you.”

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