Chapter Twenty-Five
The memory of the kiss was still fresh on her swollen lips as Stasia sat back down at the kitchen table. Owen came in a moment later and everyone gave them knowing looks. Yeah, there was no hiding what they had been doing. But maybe they didn't need to hide.
It was exhilarating to think about. She'd never had someone truly worthy of the title of partner before, but maybe Owen was that guy. Maybe she could count on him for good.
Maybe this time she wouldn't get hurt.
Owen sat down right beside her and she expected a razzing from the guys, but they didn't say anything. Good.
She didn't know them well. Not yet. And she really didn't want to deal with whatever teasing normally went down. After all, these were a bunch of former military guys who only knew how to show af
