The Wedding Night Bite

er and fried food hung in the air. Mark, along with our other partners, Dave and Kevin, wer

of something that wasn't anxiety or a desper

me on the back as I slid into the bo

wealthy clients from out of state. My knowledge of the local terrain and my knack for tracking were the skills they needed.

t, a real, binding agreement. I felt a sense of purpose I h

ut to my truck

tely. Her face lit up with a triumphant, expectant look. This was the part of

wards me, blo

Following me?" Her voice was lace

ust looked past her, tow

ore me now?" she dema

t wal

tration. Her plan wasn't w

m, and then they both walked over to my truck and got in. Jocelyn slid i

oing?" I asked,

ug look on her face. "We w

n this town. She was trying to force a reaction, to push every butt

e would have dragged Ryan out of the truc

old me w

the engi

than any outburst could have. Her face fell. She stared at me, her mouth s

glances, waiting for me to break. Ryan just looked

he drive-in, the flickering scre

e truck

ou go,"

, bewildered. "What?

her for the first time. My eyes

nd to the passenger si

," I sai

at me, a flicker of surprise o

ut after him, her f

can't just l

did,"

m standing there in the gravel lot. In my rearview mirror, I could se