❝ –– 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.
“I don’t do one night stands, Teddy,” he said. “Except for that one time where I cheated… but come on.” He scratched the back of his head, “One day that will stop haunting me.”
“I’m not afraid of Amelia. And I’m certainly not afraid of Derek. I won’t back down because of fear. I want this to be more,” he paused upon hearing himself. He hadn’t yet admitted to anyone, much less himself, that he more than just ‘liked’ Amelia. Owen could actually see the two of them carrying out a relationship.
Narrowing her eyes, Teddy gasped: “You’re falling in l o v e with her, aren’t you? Owen Hunt! Look at you, all starry-eyed!” Grinning, Teddy nudged him playfully.
They’d both come so far. Just a couple years ago, Teddy wouldn’t have been able to look at Owen with pride and not bitterness in her h e a r t — and right then, she felt nothing but happiness for her friend. “All I’m going to say is: about time.” Owen had been alone for too long, and if he was serious about this girl…
