Krista shook her head. Talking to Lisa about men would be like talking to Shane about love. One woman—or man—was much like any other, right? That’s what they believed.
Krista’s heart sank further.
Because maybe one day, she’d end up believing it too.
Chapter 22
Water sluiced off Shane’sbody, and his heart beat out of his chest. He reached the side wall and, sucking air back into his burning lungs, turned to Mikey in the next lane. “Let’s go again.”
“Wha—”
“Again.” Shane pushed off the side of the pool and cleared the first ten meters under water. His five-month-long training program—in preparation for the Pan Pacifics in December—didn’t start until tomorrow. But, god, he’d needed to swim this morning! And he’d known he’d find Mikey here dead-on six a.m. too.
Surfacing, Shane’s arms sliced through the water, his feet kicking. Mechanical movements as natural to him as breathing and walking. He reached the other side—and Mikey was already there. Fuck. The guy was fast. A freaking machine. Shane pushed back under the water, swimming harder, faster, until his fingers struck the opposing wall again. Mid-turn, ready for another length, something underwater pushed into his leg.
It was Mikey’s foot.
“What’s gotten into you?” he said. Water sprayed from Mikey’s mouth, his breathing hard and ragged like Shane’s. “You’ve been in a shitty mood all morning.”
Damn right he had. After getting the hell out of the Rockies, he’d driven solidly for six hours, stopped at a service station to charge up his car and tank himself up with coffee, and then driven six hours more. And the patchy few hours of sleep he’d grabbed when he’d arrived back at his apartment wasn’t the only thing scratching at his nerves.
Shane sank to the bottom of the pool, but not even the underwater quiet gave him any respite from his raging thoughts.
Krista and Ryan.
Kissing.
Everyone cheering.
Whoop-de-fucking-do.
Okay. So, back on that service station forecourt, it had been Ryan who’d made the first move, but the fact that Krista hadn’t exactly pushed him away had been chewing Shane up inside something chronic. What had been going through her mind when that pretty boy swung her off her feet? Had she been weighing up her options—trying to choose who she wanted?
Like Fiona had done for two years.
With his head about to explode, Shane came up for air.
