VIII
A Desperate Plea
Sundays were Mark’s only opportunity to sleep late, and often he didn’t receive even that small pleasure. However, his presence had not been required at the dealership today and he made it a point to take full advantage of the situation. Despite an early awakening, he did not stir from bed until ten o’clock.
Feeling more alert after a shower, Mark strolled from the bathroom. Heather had departed earlier for Clemson and a morning basketball practice. The team had begun full practices and she appeared eager to witness the capabilities of the players. She always tried to maintain an air of professionalism where her career was concerned, but this morning Heather’s behavior had been tainted with giddy enthusiasm. Mark had roused just enough to witness the unusual displa
