Owen's words cast a pall over the brief easy environment between them, or as easy as it could be with all the sexual tension wrapped around them. They were a good reminder to her of the real reason Grey had sent him here.

"Of course." She wet her lips. "How about Vietnamese? There's a great restaurant about ten minutes from here and they deliver."

"Sounds good to me."

She pulled out the menu from the pile, they made their selections, and she called them ...