Chapter Fifteen
He listened to the chime of the doorbell and heard footsteps on the stairs before the door opened, and he took in Rita Mae’s short red hair and round face. Her eyes were an odd shade of icy blue. She wore a white robe, and her hand went to her neck, pulling the robe closed, holding it. It took only a second for Owen to realize how rattled she was.
“Owen…ah, what are you doing here?” She looked around him, and he sensed annoyance, nervousness. He knew he was the last person she’d expected to see on her doorstep.
“Came to have a word with you. You mind if I come in?”
For a minute, he had the feeling she’d say no.
“Well, as you can see, this isn’t a good time. I was just about to get dressed, and then I have to go out…”
He didn’t pull his gaze from her. “This won’t take
