Emma

“Promise you aren’t mad at me?” Rachel asks for the umpteenth time since she returned.

“Rach, I’m not mad,” I promise. “I wouldn’t come over if I was. I’m happy you had a great weekend with a great guy.”

“He is such a great guy,” she gushes. “He totally gets me in every way. And the things he can do with his…”

“Oh! No!” I protest, covering my ears with my hands. “Don’t tell me stuff like that about Justin. He is at my house ...