I freeze in place like a giant block of cement, and Owen steps forward and pulls out the chair next to Mack, motioning for me to sit down. It’s a simple, old-fashioned gesture that catches me off-guard. How am I supposed to keep my feelings in check if he’s going to do things like that? Mack grabs my arm. “Here, sit.” As I do, Owen slips the chair in closer to the table, and then takes the seat directly across from me. Which means every time I look up, I’m going to get an eyeful of Owen. Great.
