Chapter 60

“Can guys be hot with a Cornish accent?”

“Who cares?” Luke interjected. “He’s not going to find out.”

Shane chuckled, and nudged his face into Luke’s fingers, which were still toying with his hair. “Nope,” he agreed, and Luke finally smiled. “It’s not forever.”

“Still losing you for a bit, though,” Luke mumbled.

“Maudlin!” Sophie crowed, and untangled herself. “Stop with the soppy shit. Let’s get Mario Kart on!”

Slowly Luke unfolded himself to help her set up, and his place was promptly occupied by Rebecca. Shane was almost completely lying down by this point, and she wriggled into his shoulder like she owned it, all that springy hair a warm and familiar weight. Shane was going to miss this, Rebecca’s affection, as much as he was going to miss Luke’s.

“He’ll miss you like crazy,” she whispered in his ear as they watched Luke work out the various cables.

“Mm.”

“We’ll all miss you,” she added. “But least it’s not for good, right?”