Owen's words cast a pall over the brief easy environment between them, or as easy as it could be with all the s****l tension wrapped around them. They were a good reminder to her of the real reason Grey had sent him here.
"Of course." She wet her lips. "How about Vietnamese? There's a great restaurant about ten minutes from here and they deliver."
"Sounds good to me."
She pulled out the menu from the pile, they made their selections, and she called them in.
"Thirty minutes," she told him. "Just in case the delivery is early, let me leave you some money."
She moved to reach for her purse on the counter, but he stopped her. "I've got it. Omega's covering expenses, and for sure this is one of them."
"But—"
"You don't want to argue with your friends, do you?"
She sighed. "I guess not.
