"No." Carissa exhaled loudly and hung her head. "I liked it. A lot." She slowly lifted her head and met his gaze.
Her tears had stopped, but she was still visibly upset, so he tried to temper his delight at her confession.
"You're not mad, are you?" She shifted on her feet. "That I didn't tell you?"
"I was at first," he admitted, "but not anymore. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry if this whole thing caused problems for you and Danny. I promise I won't say anything."
She let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Trust me, you're the least of mine and Danny's problems. And as far as I know, he has no idea what happened last night."
Bradley nodded and rocked back on his heels, unsure what else to say. He was saved from having to say anything when Tiffany emerged from the house. A moment late
