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“Good.” She smiled over at him, and they locked eyes.
“So, what’s going to happen now?” he asked into the silence that followed.
She looked at him. “You mean . . .” She waved her hand back and forth to include him and her.
“You’re gonna get married!” Owen suddenly declared. “Or just live together in sin.”
“Where did you hear that?” Delta asked, startled, as McCrae half-laughed in surprise.
“That’s what Cara’s mom and D.J.’s dad are doing,” he said wisely.
“I don’t think ‘living in sin’ is the way I would put it,” Delta told him.
“Is that even a thing anymore?
” McCrae asked.
Owen flipped up his palms. “I just know what I heard. And I want to live with Fido, so . . . C’mon, boy.” He opened the door and took Fido into the backyard.
Delta gazed after him in consternation. “He was devastated about his father. It’s all so soon. I don’t know if I can trust this new Owen. I wonder if a crash is coming.”
“Maybe.” He paused. “So what do you think?”
Delta slid another look at him. “About?”
“Living together, in sin or otherwise.”
“Seriously?”
“Owen is planning to move in with Fido. Seems like he knows what he wants.”
“He wants the dog, but it might not last about you and me.”
“He’s come a long way with me.”
“I wouldn’t mind a trial,” she admitted slowly. “Maybe a few nights here, then some at my house? See how Owen does?” She smiled faintly. “He knows you saved me.”
“You were doing a pretty good job of saving yourself,” he said. “You and Owen could start out here. I’m closer to West Knoll Elementary, unless you’re planning on Englewood Academy.”
“No, I’m over that. And well, financially, I could really use a roommate. Tanner’s father wants to buy the clinic, get back in the business, but I don’t know. He seems to accept that I didn’t kill his son, but he’s still an arrogant son of a bitch.”
“Your book’s doing well.”
“That’s . . . not for me.” She shook her head. “College fund for Owen.”
Owen came bursting back in, with Fido leaping against him, knocking the back of his knees so that Owen fell over and rolled on the ground, laughing in a way Delta had never heard as the dog barked and jumped and fake-growled.
“You never answered my question,” McCrae reminded. “What you said at the hospital?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You’re seriously going to make me wait to hear it again?”
“It’s too soon . . . isn’t it?”
He looked into her worried face and shook his head.
She glanced back at her son, leaning her head against his shoulder. “What did I say? I believe it was—”
