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Owen seems like a very good bad idea.

And knowing that I’ve helped unwind him right here under the fluorescent lights of the grocery store feels so good.

It makes me want to unwind him completely.

Or maybe to wind him up again.

But then his phone buzzes, and the spell breaks.

Owen steps back, pulls out the phone, and studies the screen with a furrowed brow.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

He sighs. “Yeah, I’m on call tonight. And it looks like I’m heading back to the office to stitch up a forehead.”

And I’m…disappointed. This interruption wasn’t welcome. It wasn’t serendipity. It didn’t save me from making a bad mistake.

Because now I know for sure that letting myself go with Owen McBride would be the best kind of mistake.

He slides the phone back into his pocket and reaches for a package of chicken. After all that staring and glaring and studying, he plucks one off the top without even looking and tosses it into his basket.

His eyes? Those are still on me.

“We’re not done,” he says. His voice is a delicious warning. “So go home, eat your trash food, enjoy a hot bath, and think of me. Because eventually, we won’t be interrupted.”

All I can do is nod, my voice snatched from my throat as I watch him turn and stalk toward the front of the store, his shoulders no longer tense, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

CHAPTER 14

APRIL 2 AT 8:15 AM

Wyatt

You feeling better?

Owen

I really am

Wyatt

It was the stitches, wasn’t it?

Owen

It was you, actually

Wyatt

…back atcha

APRIL 14 AT 8:37 PM

Wyatt

What kind of women are you looking for?

Owen

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