Why that struck home, and made Owen clench his fist in time with his teeth, made no sense. So rather than think on it too long, Owen rose to his knees, spun back to the window, and stage-whispered out of it. “You’re going to wake up the entire neighbourhood hollering up here like that.”
Sebastian sat up in the chair, smiling at the finally acquired attention, and folded both hands into his lap. “The only person within earshot is your right-side neighbour, Marjorie. And she sleeps like the dead. One sleeping pill. Two jobs. Three cats. Four more years of night school. We won’t disturb her with simple talking.” He held up one finger and shook it. “But if you’re worried about it for real, put some pants on and come out.”
How in the f**k could someone know that from the angle…Owen looked dow
