It worked, of course. Because, the next thing he knew, Diane was off the ground in a flash and rubbing her cheek.
Mark grinned sheepishly.
“Welcome back,” he said, handing Diane her hat. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Or are you going to simply stand there and glare for the rest of the day?”
Mark couldn’t help it. He grinned again. He was so glad to see her alive.