DEACON
"Deacon!" Emma jerked back away from Noah, her face pink and suffused with what looked a hell of a lot like guilt to me. "I thought you went home."
"Well, I didn't. Not yet." I glared at both of them, waiting for some kind of explanation.
"Noah's upset." She said it so reasonably, as if those two words gave me all the answer I needed. They didn't.
"He came to talk to you, but you weren't here. I was." Emma lifted one shoulder.
"Which is probably a lucky break for him, since I'm not nearly as much fun to hug as you are." I knew I sounded petty and childish, but at the moment, I couldn't care less.
Noah glanced from Emma to me, his expression confused and a little uneasy. "Uh, you know what, I think I'll go back and sit with Ang and let you two . . . talk."
"Yeah, you do t
