“You didn’t go to the park yesterday.” Since this is not what I was expecting him to say, I blink a few times to adjust. But then I’m fine and I’m cocking my head to the side, putting on my hardass look to let him know this isn’t crybaby Rachel—I drowned her on Saturday, so she won’t be making an appearance today. “I went to see Dean instead.” The fact that his face actually darkens at the mere mention of Dean’s name has a warm glow of satisfaction running through me. “I waited for you at Starbucks, and then at the park. I almost came by your house.” “I wasn’t there, I was out—” “With Dean,” he finishes and nods. “So you said. Tell me, Rachel, did you tell Dean you slept with me a few hours before you went running to him, or did you just omit that?
