Michael's POV
Owen as usual never knocked, he would just barged in like whatever room he was entering belonged to him. That was my brother for you, the last of the three Donovan boys, and the most carefree one among us.
I was going over some documents when the door opened and his voice filled the office. “You’re here, good. Thought maybe the you might have gone to your many meetings again.”
I looked up. “You’re supposed to schedule an appointment like everyone else, Owen.”
He grinned as he dropped into the chair across from my desk. “And miss seeing that vein in your forehead pop when I walk in uninvited? Never.”
I set my pen down. “What are you really doing here? You’re supposed to be in your office working like any other responsible adult.”
“I was,” he said. “Then I remembered ho
