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CHAPTER29
Evie
I swipe my fingers over my eyes as casually as I can, and look away like I didn’t recognize him.
Please, please, please go away.
But my frantic mantra only seems to draw him closer.
“What are you doing?” I demand when he comes to sit next to me.
He lets out a sound that might have been a chuckle. “I’m sorry, is this seat taken?”
“Yes. Kat’s sitting there.” My voice sounds too thick. I clear my throat and try to move away from him, but he’s sitting on top of Kat’s end of the blanket. I don’t want him near me, but I don’t feel like freezing, either.
“I don’t see her…”
“She’s gone to get food.”
“Then I’ll keep her spot warm for her.”
In a heartbeat, Owen’s under the blanket, his hot thigh pressed against mine. I pull my leg away, but it’s like my body’s switched to survival mode, because my leg just moves right back against him.
Fuck him for being so warm. And fuck this night for being cold. Who the hell plays sports in such cold weather?
“You had me fooled, you know,” Owen muses quietly, as if he’s talking to himself. There’s a couple sitting one row away from us, snuggling against each other with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders. They’re close enough to hear if Owen speaks up, and I guess that’s why he’s whispering. He probably doesn’t want anyone to know he’s associating with a nobody like me.
“Did I?” I don’t bother lowering my voice. “What changed?”
The couple glance back, the girl giving Owen a double-take before snuggling even tighter against her boyfriend.
Owen keeps his voice low. “Well… you had me convinced you weren’t a thief.”
My body locks up. I know where this is going.
Fuck! Not now, not here. We’re in public, for God’s sake.
“I’m sorry,” I hiss, dropping my head and angling my voice toward Owen. “I… shouldn’t have. You’ll have it as soon as we get back.”
“Why did you take it?”
I give my lips a quick swipe with the back of my hand before looking at him. His eyes are lighter tonight, courtesy of the glaring spotlights. For the first time, I notice there are tiny, dark flecks scattered through his irises. “I don’t know.”
“But you know what it is, don’t you?”
I let out a derisive snort. “It’s a fucking collar.”
Below, the girl peeks up at us, eyes wide.
Damn these nosy people! She can’t possibly make out what I’m saying, right?
Thankfully, someone decides to start playing rock music on the loudspeakers.
“A dog collar?” Owen asks.
I glare up at him. “I’m not an idiot.”
His lips quirk a tiny bit, as if my answer amuses him. “How are your bruises?”
