I'm so glad you all enjoyed my last chapter. I get really motivated to write when I get comments. If you have read any of my other fics you will know that I am terrible about half-assing and not finishing half of the stories I am into. So I'm leaving it to you guys to motivate me. I'm in the middle of wedding plans at the moment so this is a brilliant distraction. Thanks to angiev441, mstef, mez84, TenebrisSagittarius and LMB for reviewing! :)
Missy sat staring out of the window of Owen's truck as they sped along the dirt path.
She had been quiet the entire ride home, her mind on other things. Other things that would mean either the end of a friendship or the end of her career.
She gave a sigh, gazing up at the darkening sky.
"You ok?" asked Owen, glancing over towards her. "You seem a little distracted."
Missy took in a breath and forced a smile.
"No, I'm good," she lied, her hands clasped between her knees. She gave a small frown. "I thought you were the one that seemed distracted."
Owen made a face. "Really?"
Missy grinned. "Well you're not your usual smug self today," she goaded. "You've actually been nice for once."
"Woahoah! I'm always nice!" he said defensively, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile.
Missy raised her eyebrows. "No you're not, Grady. Remember when you teased me for months that time you caught me with a copy of Ian Malcolm's autobiography?"
"You were so protective of it!" he said laughing.
"It was a signed copy, Owen," she said snapping at him playfully.
"Oh yeah now I remember," he teased. " 'To Melissa, thanks for being such a fan, love Ian xx'. Bit forward for a book signing wasn't it?"
Missy gave a mock scowl. "Don't be jealous that I had THE Ian Malcolm tell me how beautiful I am." She tossed her long caramel hair back over her shoulder, in jest.
This time it was Owen's turn to raise his eyebrows. He shot her a cheeky smile. "Oh so you like older guys!" he said in mock realisation, nodding his head. "That's why you and Phil Sherman never worked out…"
Missy rolled her eyes. "Phil Sherman and I never worked out because he's a dick," said Missy, causing Owen to smile and nod in understanding.
She glanced over at him and stared for a long moment before biting her lip. "So how about you? You been on any horrendous dates lately?"
Her heart pounded in her chest as she said it. Her mind flitting to the bunch of beautiful flowers sitting under her seat. They must be meant for someone, but part of her didn't even want to know.
Her stomach began to twist in knots before he had even opened his mouth to speak.
Owen's smile disappeared and a frown fell across his tanned brow.
"Not lately, no," he uttered, his eyes fixed on the road.
Missy gave a small gulp and pushed the question, even though he didn't want to hear the answer.
"Really?" she uttered in a light tone. "I swear when we first met, according to your friends, the notion of you being celibate for even a month would have been unheard of."
Owen's frowned deepened.
"I haven't been on any dates," he said in a firm voice.
Missy gave a small frown, gazing over him.
She had obviously said the wrong thing, as the look of his face was cold and steely.
Missy pursed her lips and turned back to the window as they pulled up at outside her bungalow.
But Owen didn't switch off the engine, he merely leaned forward over the steering wheel and turned to her.
His eyes didn't meet hers.
"Home sweet home," he uttered.
Missy undid her seatbelt and scratched at her tanned arm, nervously.
"Did you want to come in for dinner?" she asked giving a small smile. "I was thinking macaroni and cheese…"
But Owen turned and stared out of the windscreen ahead of him.
"I, er, need to get going," he said quietly.
Missy looked over at him sadly.
"Sure," she uttered, taking that as her cue that he wanted her to leave.
Pulling open the door she hopped out and pushed it shut behind her.
Before she could o anything to stop him, Owen had reversed the truck and driven away, giving her a small nod as he did so.
Missy stood with a confused expression across her features as she watched the truck disspareing off into the distance.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then…" she uttered quietly.
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