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bonus scene
OWEN
“Hello? Earth to Marco?”
Owen Wilson waved his hand in front of me. I twisted my stool back to the bar.
“Sorry about that? What were you saying?”
Cos and Owen exchanged a look. I didn’t feel inclined to apologize. “I was watching Rae shoot pool. Need I say more?”
Cos chuckled. “You don’t. Have to admit I’m enjoying the view myself,” my brother said as Brooke bent to shoot. The two ladies were paired with Hudson and Thayle and seemed to be holding their own.
“You guys are slammed,” Cos said as Owen grabbed another beer from the cooler.
“Thanksgiving eve,” he said, coming back to us. “But this is packed even for us.”
“Why do you think that is?” I asked, catching Rae’s eyes. She winked at me, and it took every bit of self-control just to wink back and not walk over there and pretend to show her how to shoot as an excuse to touch her in all the right places.
Unfortunately, Rae already knew how to play pool. Didn’t mean another pointer or two would hurt.
“Man, he has it bad,” Owen said, which is when I realized he’d been talking to me again.
“Owen asked if you thought the new push by the tourism board was working,” Cos said for my benefit before taking a swig of beer.
“Could be,” I said. “But it looks like a lot of locals here to me. Just the holiday, I guess.”
“Speaking of business being busy, I can’t believe Devine,” Owen talked to us while he continued to serve drinks, a testament to how long he’d been in the business. Of all the places he owned, KC’s was his favorite, he’d always said, and Owen was happier to be behind the bar than he was sitting behind a desk.
I tried, and failed, not to look guilty. My guess was Cos did the same because Owen looked between us. “What are you two not telling me?”
“Nothing,” Cos said, unconvincingly.
Owen’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
I cleared my throat, spun in the stool and watched as Rae made one hell of a shot. “Nice,” I yelled over to her, Rae curtsying to me when she realized I watched.
“He’ll know soon enough,” Cos muttered to me. Reluctantly I spun back around.
“Guess we have to mention it now,” I said, knowing the cat was out of the bag. I looked Owen straight in the face, curious to catch his reaction. “We may have the inside scoop on Devine Bakery’s buyer.”