“You guys are way off-base. I’m not catching feelings for Owen, whatever that means. The guy’s been gone for eight years. I’m not falling in love with some savior, no matter how photogenic he may be.” I can practically hear the safety deposit box around my feelings slamming shut, and I picture myself throwing the key off a cliff. “Well, that’s a relief.” A male voice stuns us all silent. At that precise moment, Mack shifts on her stool, and when she does, I see Owen standing directly behind her. I mentally feel the life drain from my body as I melt into a puddle of goo like the drenched Wicked
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