Chapter 3Joey
I had the weirdest emotional boner when I watched Owen get into his van. The hour or so he’d spent inside the house with me had felt like a date, almost. He’d f*****g looked at my lips like he wanted to kiss me at the door.
And now, his car wouldn’t start.
I pushed my feet into my flip-flops and walked to the van. He opened the door, grimacing and—was he blushing?
“That didn’t sound good,” I commented at the sound the engine had made.
“No. It did this once before and Ellis, our tech guy, managed to fix it somehow. I know very little about cars so I can’t remember what was wrong.” He rubbed his face, exhaustion clear as day.
“Hey,” I said softly, waiting for him to look at me. “What if you call whomever you need and let them know you’re staying here tonight? I’ll make yo
