Dean stared at the ceiling, ignoring the temptation to glance at the clock. No point knowing the hour. Home before midnight, then the shower, and the s*x…Impossible to know how much time had passed between then and this minute. The knowledge wouldn’t help him sleep.
At least another sixty seconds passed while he continued to inspect the ceiling. Was that dark speck over to the right a trick of the light? A fly or a spider? He closed his stinging eyes, uncaring. If he didn’t silence his thoughts soon, he’d get no rest.
Damn Brian. Damn April. Oh she was vitriolic, spiteful in trying to hammer home her point, but…she did so for good reasons. Sometimes she was right. Not that Dean would cheat on Jay. He no more imagined that than he envisioned chewing off his own foot, but…he feared he migh
