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cheeks, I turned my head to hide my blush.
    “Really?” I played dumb. Owen had made it obvious all day that he was interested. In what, I didn’t know. He made me feel uncomfortable, and I wasn’t quite sure if that was a good or bad thing. What I did know was that Talon put me at ease and made me feel like everything was going to be okay.
    “So what do you think? Or do you have a boyfriend already?” he asked.
    “Nope, no boyfriend, though I did have one months ago, but like everything else, he’s gone too. I guess some good came out of the hurricane.” I laughed. I figured he’d ask more about that, and then I’d have to explain that Brayden, my ex, dumped me in the midst of the biggest tragedy of my life, but he didn’t.
    “Would you go out with Owen if he asked?”
    “I don’t know.” I felt embarrassed. Owen was good-looking. He was the type of boy I always fell for, who always seemed to break my heart, if they gave me the time of day. “He’s nice and all, but I — Why?” I eyed him suspiciously. “Do you know something I don’t? Is he going to ask me out?” I knew better. When had he had the time to say anything to Talon about asking me out?
    “Probably, eventually, since he gawked at you all day.” He laughed, but something in his tone and the way his brows pinched seemed like the thought of it bothered him. That’s just a wish, a silly, disturbing wish that Mom would never let happen .
    “What about you? Any girlfriends?” My gaze met his directly.
    “What? You think I should have more than one?” He smiled and then tucked his chin to stare at the floor. As a matter of fact, I did think he’d juggled more than one a time or two.
    “Well, do you have one then? What happened to the girl who texted you six times during the first dinner date?” My tone sounded a little too put out.
    “You were counting?” he asked with a laugh. His brows rose in surprise. “That’s Angie.” His tone dulled. “I broke up with her months ago. She keeps texting, calling and emailing, and she can’t take no for an answer, so I’ve resorted to ignoring her. Moving away has helped a little, but not much.”
    “A stalker? Interesting. I could take care of her if you want. I could answer your phone next time and tell her that we ran away and got married.” I chuckled.
    He laughed. “Yeah, two days in the back woods and I’m marrying my sister.”
    “I’m not your sister, not yet,” I said. The conversation took a strange pause, and I felt stupid for saying such a thing. I didn’t want to sound desperate or make a suggestion that he might find repulsive, and just as I was about to apologize, he spoke.
    “What if you were never going to be? Would you go out with someone like me ?”
    “That’s not a fair question.” I was shocked he’d asked, and I wasn’t about to answer him, so I decided to throw it back at him. “Well, would you ask me out? I mean someone like me?” I clarified, looking him right in the eyes, wanting so terribly to read them.
    He gazed down and something played across his face, a mixture of feelings and uncertainty. “You’re right, that isn’t a fair question.” And with that, the conversation was over.
    As he finished deleting Angie’s messages from his phone, I read one of his skateboarding magazines.
    When it was dark, I freshened up and we headed next door.

CHAPTER THREE
    THE BROTHER’S HOUSE was way over decorated, but tidy, and it smelled of fresh lemons. “Nice place,” I said, giving a smile to Owen, who stared at me, grinning ear to ear.
    “Thanks. Granny runs a tight ship.” He motioned to his tiny, gray-haired grandmother who was kicked back watching TV from a huge blue recliner that practically swallowed her up. She peered over her glasses and smiled at us. She seemed to be in a much better mood than the last time I saw her. Maybe she found her shovel .
    “Hi,” she said, waving her hand. She was cute and appeared way too small to be related to