ARDEN
“Do you know that guy?”
I turned to the side, startled to see Owen emerging from the kitchen, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. He prepared himself a fresh cup while I watched him absentmindedly.
“Are you not going to answer?” he prompted, raising an eyebrow at my silence.
I shifted my gaze to the table furthest from the counter and noticed Jaxon stealing glances at me intermittently.
“I wish I didn’t know him,” I muttered softly.
Owen took a deliberate sip of his freshly brewed coffee before adding, “Well, his girlfriend must feel the same way. It looks like she’s ready to murder you with her eyes.”
I turned my attention back to the group, and in a moment of perfect timing, Sienna shot me a glare, her mouth moving animatedly as she conversed with her friends.
“I don’t
