Chapter Seven
OWEN
Three months later
Steele stalks into my office looking worse for wear. "I need a favor."
"Oh?" I smirk, relishing the rare moment where I have the upper hand. "Let me guess, you've double booked yourself with the Chauncy twins and you need an out."
"Not exactly," he says with a wry twitch of his mouth. "I need a volunteer to represent Steele Conglomerate at a fundraiser for the Art Institute tonight."
"No," I say emphatically with a shake of my head. "Shannon is landing at three-thirty. We're supposed to have family dinner tonight." I haven't missed dinner since the St. Anne's incident.
"You can still have family dinner," Steele says smoothly, leaning on my desk. "The fundraiser doesn't start until seven. It's heavy apps, booze, and a silent auction. All you need
