Chapter 22
Exhaustion weighed on him, as if he’d stayed up half the night despite a mere two of those hours spent in each other’s company—the longest two hours of Dean’s life. Jay’s too, probably. April’s promise to go out of her way to repair bridges if he patched things up with Jay circulated in his mind. They both owed Jay for being so forgiving. No way had Dean achieved anything other than bungling through the evening. Small wonder he sat in a darkening room, pondering, worrying. The overwhelming need to do something did nothing to stop him brooding. If he tried going to bed, no way would he sleep.