Hope you’re having fun with Owen. Signed with a winkyface.
I tap a message back.EnjoyingIreland.
Immediately, it buzzes again.Good. Maybe you’llstay.
A mix between a smile and a frown tugs at the corners of my lips, because I want to. Want to believe in everything that’s happened the last fewdays.
Maybe, I text back. Maybe if I’d made a million different choices. Maybe if I didn’t have a jackass stepfather who’d made it his life’s mission to make mine a living hell. Maybe if I wasn’t in love with the man sitting next tome.
“Everything okay?” Owenasks.
My chest tightens. “Yeah.”
He surprises me by reaching out and taking my hand, threading his fingers throughmine.
Maybe,my heart beats wildly. Maybe I really can comehome.