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Blake doesn’t agree, but he doesn’t shoot the idea down either. Hopefully, she’s able to follow through without letting him change her mind.
“Well, we were just…uhhh…going inside,” Owen says.
I almost forget he’s still holding me. I’m probably getting heavy, but he shows no sign of strain.
Cammie laughs. “Right. Us too. I’ll see you tomorrow, Ella.”
Blake drags her away and hisses something in her ear that has the smile dropping from Cammie’s face.
I frown. “I feel terrible for her.”
“Are you ready to tell me what happened with that guy yet?” Owen asks while he gets the door open and closes it behind us. The mood from the elevator is gone, and I wiggle out of his grasp.
“Blake cheated on me and I called off our engagement when I found out, but it was a long time ago and not a big deal now,” I say, walking into the living room.
“Well, he’s an even bigger fuckbag than I thought before. Only an idiot would cheat on someone as perfect as you,” Owen replies and turns to his drink cart.
I snort and mutter, “I seem to only know idiots.”
“What?” He turns back to me when I sit on the couch.
I hadn’t meant for him to hear my words. I don’t want him to know I’m damaged goods. He stalks toward me, and I’m not sure what to do other than sink further into the cushions.
Owen kneels before me and strokes my cheek. “Ella, why did you come to Saint Lucia alone?”
My throat burns and hands shake while my eyes begin to water. I can’t tell him. I can’t let him see the woman who’s unable to keep her man satisfied.
He grips my chin lightly. “I’m sorry, Ella. I didn’t mean to pry, but you need to know that whatever happened in the past, none of that was your fault. Everything about you is perfect. In the bedroom, on the outside, and most importantly, on the inside.”
I force myself to nod when I can’t find the will to speak. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, the tears will finally fall and Owen will run for the hills like I’d expect any sane man to do.
He stands and leans forward to kiss my forehead. The action is quick but warms my skin all the way to my toes. Damn him for making me feel so much when I’m trying not to.
There’s a tingling in my chest as I listen to Owen walk back to the drink cart. I try to focus on what’s in front of me, but nothing comes into focus while my thoughts run rampant. I sit straighter and press my hands over my face, swiping my fingers when I feel my clammy skin.
Damn it, I wish we were still in the elevator. Those moments are what I need. Not ones that make me face the war happening inside me.
Okay, that’s probably a lie. I decided to come to Saint Lucia so I could get over Gavin quicker. Being forced to feel this way is probably good, even if I don’t like it.
Owen brings me a vodka tonic and sits next to me. “Are you okay?”
I down half of the drink in one gulp before I answer. “Peachy fucking keen.”
“I haven’t heard that one since high school.” He chuckles, then lifts my feet up until they’re settled in his lap. He unclips my sandals and tosses them on the floor.
I’m about to ask what he’s doing when his thumb presses into the ball of my foot and I nearly die. “Holy fuck me,” I moan, and my head falls back onto the armrest while my chest heaves. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I don’t want him to stop.
“I don’t like to see you upset, Ella. I know I can’t change the past, but I can do my best to make you forget what happened for a short time,” Owen says with a soft smile on his handsome face.
I moan when his knuckles rub up and down the center of my foot while I attempt to ignore his more serious declaration. “I’m turning into butter.”
He smirks. “I can work with butter.”
“Of course you can.” I groan and arch my back over the couch.
Owen releases my foot and leans over me. “You’ll find I can work with a lot of things when I want something bad enough.”
A vice closes around my chest, but before I can ask what he means, Owen’s tongue is sweeping against my lips and his hands are making me forget more than just my past.
