Shannon rubbed her forehead. It seemed she was the only one who thought she and Owen had something together. Had she misread the silent signals?

No! I didn't! If I just had the chance to—

Stop it. Too many tears over spilled milk.

Swallowing a sigh, she leaned her head back against the chaise and closed her eyes. Bad idea.

At once an image of a naked Owen swam into her mind, the hard muscles of his body defined in a half-light, his thick cock pointing ...