Owen paced the room, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. They were supposed to meet at eight, but it was now approaching nine, and there was still no sign of her. Anxiety gnawed at him. Why was she taking so long? Had her husband found a way to stop her from coming?
After seeing her yesterday and spending some time with her, a bit of his anxiety had lessened. At least she was doing well. He'd asked her generally about her health and seen a glimpse of her old reticent self when she'd answered his question with a question of her own.
He paused his pacing then and could not help but smile at last afternoon's meeting. Seeing her exploring the market, he had been doubtful that she would talk to him so casually like she had. Unexpectedly, they'd even ended up recreating the scene from when they first met. The only thing missing had been her glass of iced tea.
