Chapter Ten
Sitting in the passenger seat of Mark’s Jeep, riding in silence, was anything but uncomfortable. Being with him was easy in so many ways. Billy Jo took in the winding long driveway after the electronic gates that had opened automatically, ending in a huge two-story house with lots of glass and brick.
“No one’s sneaking up on anyone here,” Mark said as he pulled up and parked in front of the house by a three-car garage. The driveway was stone pavers, and the front door was all glass. Mark turned off the Jeep and stepped out, and she followed him, slipping her purse over her shoulder and sliding her sunglasses off as she took in the carving at the front door, a bear and an eagle. Everything about this place screamed money, wealth.
“Nice place,” she said as Mark pressed the doo
