Chapter 43
Mark’s restlessness got the better of him. He walked past Annie’s room, she held the phone out to him, shrugged and pointed. Apparently, she hadn’t reached her friends yet. He mouthed, “I’ll be across the hall.”
He started for his room, but changed his mind, walked downstairs and pushed the porch screen door hard.
The Angelina gently bobbed up and down on rolling waves coming into shore. A dull pole light dimly illuminated the dock, but outside of that, only a moon and the stars that peeked in and out of the clouds and the blinking lights across the lake provided a beacon down to the water’s edge.
Angelina Mark was at a crossroads, and he knew it. He didn’t want Annie to leave any more than he thought Annie wanted to go. The truth was, he’d fallen for her—hard. Suddenly, eve
