“He, um …” I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence because in my head all I could hear was my inner voice screaming OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! over and over again.
“Don’t worry, I won’ttell.”
“There’s nothing totell.”
Bess’s eyes dropped to the lettuce she was sorting and she shrugged. “Okay, sure. If you sayso.”
“Ido.”
She didn’t respond.
Shit. I was so busted.