His hand was on the side of her face, his eyes set on hers. She smiled at him and was about to move back in when his eyes flitted to something in the rearview mirror. “Shit,” Dave said, like the wind had just been knocked out of him. Julia looked behind and saw Gretchen’s van behind them. The door was half-open, Gretchen’s face already in tears. She was wearing her hair in this side-ponytail thing that should have looked ridiculous but somehow worked.
