Chapter Sixteen
Stasia was acting weird and Owen wanted to know why. Ever since she'd come downstairs for breakfast, something had been off. At first he worried that whatever fever of l**t and emotion was building between them had been snuffed out, but when Em left them alone for a minute Stasia pushed him up against the wall and kissed him like her life depended on it.
So, no issue with the l**t.
"Is staying in the house getting to you?" They'd meandered back to her room at some point and she was sitting in the window seat and looking out at the park. He didn't know what Em was doing, but she seemed happy enough keeping herself entertained in the peace of Stasia's house.
"What?" Stasia looked over at him, but her eyes were far away.
There wasn't much room on the bench for two people,
