Owen happened to look in Eric’s direction, and he saw that the other man was seething. His face had turned red, and the veins in his neck were bulging out. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, and he was glaring daggers in Nathan’s direction. Owen turned to Nathan and was not surprised to see his trademark self-satisfied smirk. Oh, fuck - thought Owen - If I don’t do something quickly, we’re going to have World War Three here!

Owen clapped his hands together five times to get ...