When Dean and Dallas walked into Dallas’ house, they were surprised to see Emma and Olivia sitting on the sofa, giggling and swilling champagne. Dean’s heart jumped, and he hoped this meant what he thought it meant.
“Hey,” Dallas drawled at them. “Is this a party?”
“Damn right,” Liv said. “Tell him, Em!”
“I’m in remission,” Emma told Dallas shyly. “Cancer-free.”
Dallas stared at her for a few seconds, totally stunned, then he whooped and grabbed her up in a massive hug. She held on to his muscled shoulders, laughing, as he spun her around and around. He set her down again, and just gazed at her like she was the most astounding thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
“That’s amazing!” he said, then turned to Dean. “Why the hell didn’t you say something, man?”
Dean looked at Emma, saw the worrie
