Page 30 of Owen's Heart

“Yes, we’re ready to go now,” Owen replies, then turns and nods for me to get into the carriage.

This is so romantic that I have to internally tell myself to calm down.

We ride around downtown Montgomery, laughing and talking about some of the things we have experienced since those days back at university. Owen brings me up to date on business at the ranch and his personal life. I tell him about some of my accounting clients and dating mishaps.

We know each other. We understand each other.

The carriage pulls back up to the Renaissance, and it feels like we haven’t been gone but five minutes. However, when Owen hands the man a hundred dollar bill and says, “That should cover the hour we were gone,” I know we have been riding for a much longer time.

My body slides down his as he helps me out of the carriage.

“I really had a good time tonight. Thank you for sharing the night with me. It puts my Valentine’s weekend off to a good start,” he says.

Though the carriage has pulled away, he still holds onto me, supporting me though I do not need him for support to stand.

“I had a good time too,” I rasp out.

An awkward moment of silence hangs in the air as I remember that my ride here is inside the Renaissance Montgomery Hotel getting it on with her husband.

“We should go,” Owen says and releases the hold he has on me.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll need a ride.” I start to walk toward the parking lot.

“Or…”

“We could stay here together,” I say what I really want to happen.

Owen wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his arms, holding onto me passionately. His lips come crashing down on mine. My tongue works hard to take over the kiss, yet Owen dominates the passion that’s igniting both of us.

“Let’s get a room,” I whisper into his mouth.

“Already have one,” he admits.

I draw back and look into his gorgeous green eyes. “So you knew this was going to happen?”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen, but I hoped and prayed it would, sweetheart.”

I wiggle out of his arms and strike his chest playfully. “Well, your prayers have been answered.”

I sashay my tiny dress and legging covered ass, jiggling everything the good Lord gave me in front of him as I walk toward the hotel. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch Owen watch me. “Well, don’t meet me there, beat me there,” I tease him.

He pries his eyes from my lower half and takes my hand, pulling me toward the hotel’s lobby and his room.

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