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“I have a colleague,” I replied.
She lowered her voice. “A colleague you’retotally banging.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you keep this up, I might just burn the house down anyway.”
“Worth it!” she said while skipping down the hall to the front door.
I pulled out a second plate and filled it with pasta. Before I could swap it in the microwave, I heard my sister call out to me.
“Uh, Amber? You have…”
The last person I ever expected to see strode into my kitchen.
Owen.
And based on the fire in his green eyes, he waspissed.
24
Amber
Owen looked like he had come straight from work: jeans, plain gray T-shirt, and the same Air Jordans on his feet. His hands were balled into fists, and his handsome face was flushed with anger.
“YOU,” he growled at me.
“Me?” I replied, sidestepping to keep the kitchen island between us.
“Her?” Michelle asked. She gasped. “Amber, did you…”
I flashed her a look of warning.No, I didn’t sleep with him, Michelle. Jesus.
Owen jabbed a finger in my direction. “Don’t try to deny it. I know what you did!”
My throat tightened with panic. Did Owen know about me and Jude? Had we been sloppy? Owen’s arrival was so coincidental that he must have followed his partner here. Catching us in the act.
“I can explain…” I began.
“You,” Owen said, stalking around the kitchen island, “hacked my LinkedIn profile!”
I continued moving to keep the island between us, but my relief felt like a bucket of ice water. “Oh, that?”
“What the hell do you mean,oh, that?What else have you done?”
“Nothing. Figure of speech. That’s totally what I did.”
“Whatever she did,” Michelle said, “it doesn’t mean you can barge in here and start screaming at my sister!”
Owen pulled out his phone and held it out for her to see. “Thisis what she did.”
I knew what the screen showed. Owen’s LinkedIn profile was extensive. Pages of experience and accolades. And at the bottom of his profile was a list of skills:
* Diamond-level sponsor of the Oakland Center for the Arts
* Co-founder of the Coding for Orphans charitable society
* Gray-haired vulpine furry in the Bay Area Paw Pals (neopronouns: fur/furself)
I snickered. “Wow. I’ve heard about furries online, but I’ve never met one in the flesh. Or should I say in thefur?”
