Owen is just always trying to ease his woman, "...I promise, no one is thinking about us getting it on. Except me.” He pulled her toward the bed. “I think we have an hour since we don’t have to get your bag packed.” Owen's mom is a freakin' hoot, “I get it now. Tired. Sure. You could’ve just said you were going to your room to boink.” I liked this book, I liked Owen.
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