Owen did not like the idea of Gina flying to Texas overnight. He also had no idea what to do about it. She was a grown woman, with a lot of money. She certainly didn’t need him.
His chest tightened as if someone had wrapped a rubber band around it and was twisting.
He pulled into the driveway, his mood as dark as the clouds that had rolled in a few hours ago. The scent of orange chicken and crispy wontons made him want to punch something, but he calmly collected the food and went inside.
Cooper sat on the couch with a book open across his lap, tapping on his phone to check something. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey.” Owen practically threw the food on the counter. “Where’s Zach?”
“In his room.”
Owen went down the hall to the first door on the right, which was closed. He pounded on it, maybe a littl
