As always, he’s right. I like him just as he is, and he likes me just as I am. I think he might be my best friend. Which means, I’m in love with my best friend.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Chapter Thirty-Two
Owen
“So I can drink?”
Dr. Gibbons smiles as she nods her head. “Yes, Miss McKinnon, you are free to drink. All signs of your concussion are gone.”
“You hear that, Owen? I’m a free woman!”
Yes, I heard her. However, I’m not nearly as overjoyed about her updated health status. But I force my excitement because she’s so damn happy. I’m glad she’s better, but it’s only been seven days since someone tried to kill her. I’d hoped I’d be able to keep her forever.
“I did. That’s great news. We need to celebrate.”
I give her the high five she’s looking for when we walk out of the doctor’s office, and I play along when we see Mia on the way out of the clinic. Daisy has mastered walking in her boot and practically skips to my truck.
Once I’m behind the wheel, she sighs. “What a freaking relief, right?”
“Right.”
I can feel her watching me, so I smile, but I don’t trust myself to say anything else. I’m afraid that if I speak, I’ll beg her to stay. I stay mute, thinking of a solution.
“You know, I was thinking...”
She trails off, not finishing her sentence.
“What?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
“You’ve already done too much.”
“Well, I’m not sure what it is you wanted to ask, but you aren’t going anywhere until we’ve got these assholes behind bars. Besides, your boot is on your right foot. That’s your driving foot, so technically you can’t drive. Concussion or no concussion, I think you need to stay with me until you’ve kicked your boot to the curb and you’re safe.”
So much for keeping my mouth shut.
I sneak a peek at her, checking for her reaction. She’s beaming. Her dimples wink at me from her bruised face. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and I’m so happy right now, my smile is big enough to match hers.
“Great minds think alike!” she squeals. “I was going to use the boot as a reason to stay, though. I forgot about the other part.”
“Well, I haven’t.”
Her gaze drifts out her window.
And just like that, I’ve killed the mood.
“Since you can drink now, wanna stop by The House on the way home?”
“No, thanks.”
“Listen, I didn’t mean?—”
“How about a house party with just the two of us?”
