Chapter 9
Mark felt like a bastard. He hadn’t meant to hurt Annie’s feelings by suggesting she go back to where she came from. He’d been feeling vile since Paul suspended him that afternoon. He blamed her.
It hadn’t helped when Laura Campbell walked by. She’d given him the smile that invariably made him take his hand off any woman he was with. He looked around to see if she was still here. She was, but sitting at the bar, her attention focusing on a tourist sitting next to her. Maybe he had money and she’d latch on to him and leave town, again. Thank God. He pulled out the scrap of paper she’d left with him. Just a phone number and a smiley face. “Call me,” it read. He ripped it into shreds and stuffed it into an empty beer bottle.
A few women who’d witnessed Annie’s exit smirked, but q
