❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“It’s not like I was thinking about Derek in that moment. It just happened.” Owen scratched the back of his head. “I like her, Teddy, and the last thing I want to do is just fool around with her. I don’t want to hurt her. And I’m sure that if she feels the same, then Derek probably won’t kick my ass?”
He hoped, anyways; boy, was he in trouble…
“I’m sure you have good intentions,” Teddy quipped, rolling her eyes. “Don’t they a l w a y s ? Until you change your mind, that is. I’m telling you, you’re
really asking for it — haven’t you seen the kind of
punch Derek Shepherd can pull? I’m willing to bet my right hand that his sister can pack one even harder.”
