“Hey, have you talked to Cathy recently,” Mark asked Jessica as they drove to the restaurant. Jessica shook her head, her red curls swaying with the movement. Mark let go of her hand to gently tug on one of the curls framing her face. “No, I was talking to her every few days, but recently, she’s been working a lot more hours, so I haven’t heard from her.” Mark turned right onto a narrow street, and Jessica felt the atmosphere change. “Looks like we’ve crossed into Josh’s pack,” she told Mark.
He nodded, “Yeah, the restaurant isn’t much farther. What time were we supposed to be there?” Jessica glanced at the time on the dash of her truck, “six thirty, so we are a little early.” Mark shrugged one shoulder, “That’s fine.”
Jessica looked out of the window, trying to see more of the Harvest
