Owen's expression shifted ever so slightly, his composure unbroken as his gaze fell quietly upon Grace.

Marcus, oblivious to the subtle change in Owen's demeanor, was thoroughly engrossed in his own theatrics. With a playful sparkle in his eye, he bent forward in an exaggerated bow, extending his hand as if he were the epitome of a courtly gentleman. "The beautiful and delightful Ms. Morrison," he declared with flourish, "may I have the honor of inviting you to a ...