Chapter 4Outside it was still raining, but it had slowed down enough that, huddled under the umbrella together, they had a fighting chance of not getting much wetter than they already were.
“I lied.”
Owen glanced over at Findley’s words. “Lied? About what?”
“Okay, it wasn’t exactly a lie.” Findley looked at him, and Owen was sure he was weighing his words. “When I said I guessed who you were because Micah said you were closing?”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, that’s true. But I’d also seen your picture. I wasn’t sure I’d recognize you, but I did.”
“Alex showed you a photo of me?” Owen felt mortified.
“Yeah.” Findley laughed at his expression. “You were…maybe twenty-eight, twenty-nine. I don’t know. It was a few years old, and it was a little while back.”
Owen had no idea Alexander had owned any
