there was an air of awkwardness between Dean and Lydia on the return.
Lydia had seen her lipstick smudged just as she was stepping into the car. She saw herself in the window and her heart went thudding irregularly.
Guilt ran a sharp spurt in her. What would Dean think of her now?
Clearing her throat, she gazed at Dean, who was behind the wheel, and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Dean raised an eyebrow at Lydia and asked, "About what?"
The words got caught in Lydia's throat. How was it that she would inquire of her boyfriend why he was not standing up to her when he had witnessed another man kiss her? She furrowed her eyebrows and replied, "Actually, I didn't know Frank would follow me to the restroom. I-"
"You don't have to say anything, Lydia," interrupted Dean on Lydia's
