DELILAH
Mel was still shaking, so I offered her the hoodie I found in Junior’s bag, but she refused. I didn’t want to make her, so I gave her my extra shirt instead. It completely covered her shorts like a dress, so I tied it at her waist. She looked like an adorable knockout, albeit one in comfy clothes.
Once we were both changed, party clothes left hanging in the bathroom, we locked the bedroom and went downstairs. Mel stopped me at the bottom.
“Delilah, I want to thank you,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “I would be at the bottom of that lake without your help. Or probably freezing in those sopping clothes.”
“Mel, no one would let you drown,” I told her. Someone would have grabbed her if Junior and I hadn’t noticed. I hoped Asher would have jumped in after her too.
She shook her h
