Chapter 15
Mark slammed the dishes into the dishwasher and crammed the leftovers into the refrigerator. The footsteps overhead and accompanying laughter only made things worse.
He looked for his dog. “Come on Lady.” She pricked up her ears, grunted and went back to sleep.
“Oh hell.” Mark headed out the porch door and walked down the gravel path toward the lake, grabbing a handful of stones. He turned back once to see Annie and his mother’s image in the upstairs window before the shade came down and only their shadows appeared.
What was it about Dr. Annabelle O’Brien that upset him? That she’d effectively put his career on hold for a half a month? Or was it because she was the first woman, he’d met who couldn’t stomach him?
?Mark felt a shiver pass through him. The image of that fragil
