THIRTEEN
The day seemed brimming with spring. The sound of birds came from everywhere. Hopefully they weren’t gathering in the trees à la The Birds to swoop down and peck my eyes out.
I breathed deeply. Okay. Now I needed to call Sally and then Mark. I’d have to deal with the whole thing with Mark before I started writing the script. The script, the script. How was I going to write that stupid script?
I jogged across the road toward my car.
Then I saw Mark leaning against my car, his arms crossed. He smiled when he saw me.
I felt butterflies in my stomach. He was so beautiful.
“There you are!” he said, dropping his arms, coming toward me. “I’ve been worried sick.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I tried to get to the driver’s side of my car, but Mark was standing in my way.
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