Chapter Five
Mark had been unusually quiet since pulling in to pick her up five minutes after she got home. He’d blasted the horn without getting out of his Jeep, which she knew was his way of saying, “I’m here. Let’s go—and hurry up about it!”
At any other time, she’d likely have ignored him, but as he sat in his idling Jeep, Lucky panting in the back seat, the floor of the passenger side free of takeout packaging, something about Mark just seemed off.
“So how did you manage to get us invited for dinner at the chief’s?” she said as he backed out and swung around, already shifting gears while driving out to the road. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he always wore when driving, but she could sense an edge to him tonight.
“I didn’t. Gail suggested it as I was warding
