Page 7 of Owen North


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I look at his shirt.

I mean, it would be remiss of me if I didn’t inspect what he’s offering.

His shirt, that is.

I’m absolutely not imagining the abs I’ll get my eyes on if I accept his offer.

I’m still staring at his shirt when he says, “You want the shirt, don’t you?”

I find his eyes again. “Well, I do like this color.”

“It’s a good, strong color, white.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“I imagine white suits you beautifully.”

“It really does. Far more than this black I’m wearing.”

“I find that hard to believe. Black looks great on you. I’ll need to see it to believe it.”

“There’s only one tiny problem with this plan.”

“What?”

“My underwear.”

His eyes flash with the amusement I know he’s been working hard to conceal. “Underwear is often a problem in my experience. Tell me more.”

“Come on, Owen. You’ve seen the color of my underwear. It won’t be a good look for me to flounce around this reception in a white shirt with red underwear.”

“Do you tend to flounce around a lot?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“I’d like to see that too.”

“The flouncing? Or the sinful red underwear worn under white?”

“Both.”

Poppy takes this moment to interrupt us. “Charles, did you wet yourself?”

Owen and I are still standing together with his hands on my hips and my hands on his abs. Sadly, he lets me go and takes a step back when Poppy joins us. I miss the contact instantly and fight to keep this from my face. If the way Owen watches me is anything to go by, I fail. I think he’s very aware of the fact I wish his hands were still on me.

I look at my cousin. “I spilled my drink.”

“It was my fault,” Owen volunteers. “I snuck up on her.”

Poppy frowns at my dress. “Do you have another dress? I don’t think this can be salvaged.”

“No. I’m all out of dresses now, but Owen has offered his shirt. I think it’s a good option.”

“I bet you do. The fit Aunt Joan would have over that would be fun to witness.” She throws a glance around the room, looking for what, I’m unsure. “Jessa is your size. She might have something you can borrow.”

“Did you lose your brain the minute you said ‘I do’ to Seth?” Poppy knows I’d never ask Jessa for anything, let alone a dress. She and I may have been friends years ago, but I cut those ties when she made a move on my ex just after I got engaged to him. The only reason she’s at this wedding is because she’s a plus-one. Poppy would never invite her to anything.

She ignores my smart remark. “Well, we don’t have a lot of options.” She continues searching the room. “What about Faith? Or Marta? They’re about the same size.”

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