Shane was halfway to the kitchen table anyway. If he had to stick around in this room, it wasn't going to be standing, he wasn't sure how much longer he could. He settled gingerly into a chair, slinging one arm over the back of it. "Who are they?" he asked. "Do you know?" The question might piss him off, but it would distract him if nothing else.
There were far too many scents clinging to Shiloh for one person, and traces of them were still in the room. Cheap wine. Baby powder. Expensive perfume. Good cologne. Sweat, whiskey, latex, sex. It wasn't all that hard to add up.