25
Josie
Dean and I had walked in silence back to Aunt Mimi’s house. Now, we were sitting on her front porch swing, staring out at the red lighthouse that Mimi hated so much, even though she’d purchased a house with one of the best views in town of it.
“What were you thinking with telling them that? We can’t pretend like you’re the father of this baby.” My words sounded accusatory, but my tone was kind as I smiled at the big-hearted man beside me. He was obviously a true friend, who would do anything to help me out of a bind.
Dean shrugged as if he, too, was surprised by his bold statement. “I guess I panicked.”
We both chuckled. “That’s an odd thing to shout out when you’re stressed.”
“Josie’s baby is mine!” Dean mimicked the lie he had blurted out and we both started cracking up. I
