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Josie
Dean was giving me a disbelieving look as we walked together on the boulder path that jutted out in the water and led to Captain’s Point Lighthouse.
“No, really. It wasn’t that bad.” I defended my assertion that talking to Claire at Hannah’s swimming lesson hadn’t been nearly as awful as we had expected it to be.
“It had to be super-awkward. She knows you slept with her husband, right?”
I looked around to make sure no inquisitive ears from townspeople were within hearing range. Once I verified that only tourists were nearby, I answered Dean’s crass question. “Yeah, it was pretty obvious by his raging boner the night she got home.”
“What?!? Eww.” Dean raised his shoulders toward his neck, lifted both fists, and gave an exaggerated shiver of disgust as if he was trying to ward
