Chapter 4
A pleasant breeze blew through the trees and across the parking lot next to Bliss. Clark shivered, goose bumps breaking out on his arms as he leaned against his Jaguar. It was fifteen minutes until nine. Clark wanted to arrive early to make sure he beat Daniel, should Daniel be the chronically early type. Smirking, Clark suspected he would be here any moment, and he watched for Daniel’s Tesla. Knowing things like what Daniel drove helped him feel like he still had the upper hand.
Or, at least, the keep-your-distance hand.
After the lunch fiasco, Clark had gone home and changed for a trip to Green Dojo. On his way out the door, Clark had spied his calendar and froze. April thirtieth was right around the corner. Normally he felt that date approaching like people felt the beginni
