It was 9:30 on Saturday morning when Judd pulled up in front of Jessis house in his beat-up F-150. His main focus today was to fix the driveway gate that opened onto the street. It had apparently been rusted open for the last few years.
That was his main focus. Then there was the other thing. He rolled his eyes and tried to mentally prepare himself for Jessis reaction. He breathed out sharply. Here goes nothing, he muttered.
It was about half an hour later that Jessi glanced out her front window and noticed Judd on a ladder at the end of her driveway.
What the ? She marched out the front door and down the driveway.
Excuse me, she said, feeling like she was stuck in a time warp to the previous week. At least she hadnt awakened on the pool deck. And a quick glance down confirmed that she was indeed dressed.