“Apparently I don’t get them either,” he muttered, shaking his head slowly and then sighing, moving away from the counter.
“Maybe no one does,” Owen replied quietly.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m starting to think that.”
He didn’t move for the other door until well after she’d gone into her own room. He knew he’d had to say something to...
Owen shrugged at him and sighed. He didn’t know what to say or even what to tell Ryan.