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Shane didn’t know what time it was when he woke up. There was light coming through the c***k at the edge of the roller blind over his window, not much, but enough that he could figure out it was morning.
When he yawned and tried to lift his arm to rub his face, he found it pinned by a body. That was when he recalled Ginny coming to his room.
After his fury flared through him again, he remembered her crawling up against him and pressing herself into him. That memory was enough to erase everything negative from his thoughts. His wife had shared his bed with him again. She’d chosen to share his bed with him.
Lifting his head off the pillow, Shane expected to see his wife and he did. Ginger was there, curled on her side, on top of his outstretched arm.
But she wasn’t the only one.
Cam
