Before she could formulate a response, he leapt into the cab of his truck and slammed the door. Locking the door, Mike turned his key in the ignition. Outside, Danielle rushed to his window.
“Michael, please!” she pleaded, her voice cracking.
Get away before she cries, Mike told himself, pressing on the accelerator.
His Chevy lurched forward and Danielle stepped aside. Without so much as a backward glance, Mike drove away, desperate to escape the unpleasant scene. Exiting the parking lot at top speed, he merged with traffic and headed for home.
Relying on instinct to reach his apartment safely, Mike berated himself the entire way home. He had handled the situation poorly. The employee parking lot had not been conducive for intimacy, but dumping such a horrible ultimatum on Danielle and
