Chapter 4

Grant stopped outside the restaurant when Owen handed me a bottle of sparkling water. His hand tightened around our car keys.

"Still the plain kind?" Owen asked. "I almost bought lemon, but I remembered how much you hated that stuff."

I took the bottle, smiling before I could help it. "You remembered right. Thank you for coming."

Scott's dinner invitation had arrived that morning. I'd sent Owen the address while Grant was getting ready for work.

Grant looked from the bottle to Owen. "Why are you here?" A couple heading inside slowed behind us.

"I invited him." I held Grant's…