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So why did the thought of doing it feel like losing something?

Chapter Thirty-Two

Matt let himself through the side gate to find Owen sitting on the patio, a mug on the table. “There you are.”

The warmth in his voice made Matt smile. “Sorry. I got held up.”

“Doing what?”

“Trying to convince myself the last section of my dissertation doesn’t need another three hours of work.”

“And did you succeed?”

“Not remotely.”

Owen laughed, stood, and took a step towards him.

For a moment, Matt expected the familiar greeting of a hand at his waist or a quick kiss. Maybe even being pulled against Owen’s chest before either of them had said another word.

Instead, Owen touched his shoulder. “Come in.”

Matt followed him inside. It was such a small thing that he almost laughed at himself for noticing.

Except he did notice.

Nothing’s wrong.

Owen had smiled when he’d seen him. He’d sounded pleased.

Maybe he’s tired.

Matt glanced at Owen as he crossed the kitchen.

Perhaps he’s trying to give me a little space.

After all, the last few weeks had changed things. The island had definitely changed things. The way Owen had trusted him had changed everything.

Maybe Owen’s simply being careful.

The thought should have reassured him.

It left him feeling uncertain.

Then Matt saw the second mug already waiting on the counter. “You made me one?”

Owen glanced over his shoulder. “Of course.” That familiar grin appeared.

Whatever small doubt had crept into Matt’s head disappeared.

He picked up the mug. “Then I forgive you.”

“For what?”

“All the work you’re going to make me do this afternoon.”

Owen laughed. “There are those trays of bedding plants we bought yesterday to be planted, and the roses to be dead-headed, the lawn to be mowed, the⁠—”

“I get it,” Matt said with a chuckle. “Get my arse in gear.” He followed Owen through to the lounge, feeling lighter.