Maybe I won’t go back to Dallas.
Maybe I won’t go back to Dallas.Gina’s words looped through Owen’s mind for a week. But she didn’t seem to be looking for a place—at least she hadn’t asked him to help her.
His real estate license was still good; he made sure it didn’t expire. No reason to make life difficult down the road if he wanted to go back to the profession.
The night of the luau arrived, and he changed out of his sky blue dress shirt and into a more tropical button-down that sent a quiver of embarrassment through him.
“You look ridiculous,” he muttered to himself as he combed his hair to the side. But he couldn’t go to a luau in a business suit. He’d tried that before, and the mocking was more than he’d get in this bright, colorful shirt, which had a bird on it.
A bird.
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