Chapter Seven
She hadn’t answered Henry about dinner on Friday. A date would be nice, but his place would be too intimate, and she wasn’t sure she was up to it. Tomorrow she’d think about it. Tomorrow she would give him an answer.
She could see Chris in the rearview mirror driving his full-size pickup with mag wheels and tinted windows. The model was a few years old, the kind guys loved. She’d half expected to see a gun rack mounted in back, and maybe she still would in the light of day. She worried for a minute as she pulled down the darkened road to her parents’ house, where the outside light was on. The flat thirty acres had been restored to its pre-wedding state. By the time she’d left for work late that morning, the last of the cleanup crew had been just leaving.
Ivy pulled her rel
