Heather smiled in response. Her eyes shifted to Mark’s father.
“Thanks for letting me watch it here,” she told him.
“You are welcome here anytime, Heather,” Tim said, rising to his feet.
Mark walked Heather to her car. He enticed several kisses from his girlfriend before she departed, not bothering to hide his disappointment that it was not more. He understood the constraints on her schedule, which did not allow for many leisure activities. In a few weeks, practices would begin and Heather would be busy. Their moments together would become fleeting and few, and they were both aware of that fact. Years of long hours at the dealership had conditioned Mark to expect a non-existent social life where women were concerned. Heather was the first girlfriend who understood the demands of his job
