QUOTE : Both were careful not to look at Phillip, but it was clear they wanted to change the subject when Buck said, “What kind of expression was that, Shane?”<br /><br /> “Hey! What the hell?” Shea raised a hand to her head. “I was trying to look delicate and frail.”<br /><br /> Buck hooted and cackled. “Delicate? You looked like you were about to take a dump.”<br /><br /> “I did not.”<br /><br /> Eamon roared in laughter. “Yes. Yes, you did. I thought I was going to fall off my horse trying not to laugh.”<br /><br /> “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shea muttered, spurring her horse to move faster. “That was my delicate look.”<br /><br /> The two just roared louder as Shea cantered away. Rounding the bend, Shea shook her head. Something she had learned over the years, men could be immature regardless of age.