I stumble to my feet - not an easy feat, considering I'm still woozy and in four-inch heels that are starting to hurt my feet.

"Ashlyn," I say, panic setting in, "please don't say anything."

"To who, Dante?" She shakes her head. "Of course not. It's yours and Rafe's news to tell." Something in my face must give my thoughts away, though, because her eyes get impossibly wider. "Wait - Rafe knows about this, doesn't he?"

"Not...exactly," I say, shame ...