Great.
“Aren’t you going to…?” I start to ask. Then nerves take me over and stop me from saying anotherword.
“Goodnight, Juliet,” he simply says. “Get some sleep.”
He’s really not pushing for more, and I don’t know whether to be frustrated by this or happy that he listened to what I had to say earlier.
He presses the elevator button for me, and I can only wait in perplexed silence as the door opens. Owen is the most baffling, mysterious person I’ve ever met, and I have no idea how to handlehim.
I go into the elevator, and he stays outside. We face each other, neither of us saying a word as the door slides closed.
This time, though, I think I see the hint of a satisfied smile on his gorgeous lips before he disappears altogether.