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Hayden sat at the kitchen table in the guesthouse, his laptop on the table, as he caught up on work emails. Shana had left for work early this morning. Hayden glanced up at the sound of a sharp knock at the door. Dane stepped inside.
“Hey man, how’s it going?”
Dane nodded and walked to the table, tugging a chair out and sitting. Hayden clicked out of his email and closed his laptop. Dane was quieter than usual. When Hayden met his eyes again, he knew instantly that somehow Dane knew about him and Shana. His mind whirred over last night. Shana had come home irritable and out of sorts. When he’d asked how she was doing, she shrugged it off and dragged him to her. She’d proceeded to drive him near out of his mind, as she was wont to do any moment they were alone. Yet, she’d had a reckle
