Mark did not like to lose and was not about to lose track of Heather. Traffic was almost non-existent at this late hour and most of the nearby houses appeared dark. Making a quick but irrational decision, Mark swung his Spyder wide. Giving the engine just enough gas, he propelled the car over the short curb and into the park.
He recalled that the park lacked large, solid objects or plants once past the perimeter of spaced trees. The ground was rougher than anticipated, but Mark encountered no unexpected dips or large holes as he traversed the field. Within a matter of seconds, he crossed the grassy span and pulled his car into Heather’s path. Yanking up on the emergency brake, Mark leapt from his vehicle.
“What the hell are you doing?” Heather screamed, too stunned to move. “Are you craz
