Later, they were snuggled together on the couch, dozing in front of the television, when Marc heard a car in the driveway. He shook Owen gently. “Wake up, babe. We’ve got company.”
Owen groaned but rolled off Marc, straightened his clothes, and smoothed his hair. Peeking out the front window, he whispered excitedly, “It’s a limousine. Any ideas?”
A knock sounded at the front door.
Marc shrugged and whispered back, “Not a clue. Ready?” At Owen’s nod, he opened the door and couldn’t quite place the familiar-looking man standing there. But the sling supporting the left arm made the connection for him. “You look like you’re feeling better. Come in. I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
The man stamped the snow off his shoes and entered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d recognize me when I’m not s
