Chapter 10

Spending a week in Mark's company, Abby somewhat understood his moods and personality. He had never been chatty, but tonight, he was downright surly. He barely spoke more than five words to her all evening, although he did thank her for dinner.

"I just ordered pizza," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

He shrugged.

She sighed. She wanted to shake him until his teeth rattled. At least it would make her feel better, if it didn't get him to talk. They'd gotten so close yesterday afternoon, and now he was acting like she was some kind of stranger.

After they finished eating, Mark said something about finishing up some work outside. Abby squinted, looking at the growing dusk outside.

"What do you have to do right now?" she asked.

She had a feeling he wanted to avoid her. Can this guy make up his mind already?

Then again, they weren't in a real relationship. They were...well, Abby didn't know. They were attracted to each other; that wasn't in doubt. This "relationship" was a tangle