Chapter Thirteen
She wondered, if someone like Mark Friessen had been around when she’d been in trouble as a kid, would he have gone the extra mile for her? There was just something about him, his character, who he was, that made her wonder what he would do next. But her expectations of others often left her disappointed.
He held everything in, held his cards close to his chest. She understood clearly that his back was to the wall, and maybe that was why she’d left him to his thoughts, his silence, as he drove.
They had pulled into a drive-through and picked up burgers and fries, and she wasn’t sure when he’d flicked his headlights on. As she finished her fries and tucked the wrapper in the paper bag at her feet, his cell phone rang again. He pulled it from his inside pocket and swore u
