Chapter Twenty
LISA
I've joked about ovaries exploding before. We all have. But seriously - seeing Owen crooning lullabies and pop songs to Polly turned me into a puddle. A sensation of intense longing bursts into my chest. The back of my throat prickles at the look on his face when he lays her down - pure adoration. I'm so enthralled, I completely forget I'm soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel. Until our eyes lock, and my body heats to inferno levels. It's illegal to want a person this much. And futile to want to be wanted with the same intensity.
Being rejected by Owen nearly broke me. Staying professional when all I wanted was to rip his eyes out the night he brought stick-insect Fiona Bell - star athlete and wholesome librarian - to the Whiskey Den was a feat that should hav
