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His wife still knew how to drive him nuts. Whatever last night was, Shane wasn’t complaining. In fact, he’d like more of it.
She’d been aroused by him.
Goddamnit. The memory put a real s**t-eating grin on his face. It only got wider when he looked down at the picture on his lock screen.
“What’s got you so happy?” Murphy asked, coming over to join him on the porch swing. “Therapy this morning was a head fuck.”
They’d had therapy and lunch. Everyone had gone their separate ways since then. Calvin was at the lodge with his mother, Ginger, and Cam. Owen was upstairs on the phone to his husband. With the advent of video calling, the less Shane thought about that, the better.
Therapy this morning had been a discussion of childhoods in an attempt to make Ginger feel better about Cam’s lif
