He flips through the notebook and smiles. Now that I’m really looking at him, his hair is exactly like my mystery man’s as well. He’s wearing it the same way he did that first night at the masquerade over a month ago. Owen shuts the notebook and slides it over to me. What are the odds of it being him? Talk about coincidence.
“Why thank you,” he replies with a smirk. “My parents always put together a charity event together every year. As they got older, it became too much work for them, so I took it over. With all sorts of celebrities and musicians visiting the station, I’ve become good friends with a lot of them. The guest list just kept growing. We raise about three million every year for local charities.”
“That’s amazing. Is there a specific reason your parents started the event?” I ask. I’m definitely curious to know more about him.
Owen finishes off his wine and sits back in his chair, averting his gaze to the lake. “My grandfather died from cancer when he was only fifty years old. I was young, so I don’t remember him, but my mom took it really hard. Donating to charities helps her cope.”
“I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine.”
He focuses back on me. “That’s why I want to help. I have a friend whose son is autistic. Part of the charity money goes to Action for Autism. It’s amazing how far the money goes.”
I never would’ve thought he’d be the way he is. He’s surprised me. “You’re a good man, Owen Jameson. I’m surprised some lucky woman hasn’t snagged you up yet.”
He chuckles. “If we’re going to talk about that, I’m going to need the hot tub and more wine.”
Standing, I finish off the rest of mine. “Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll go change.” We carry our plates into the kitchen, and I put them in the sink before going to my bedroom. I rummage through my dresser until I find my favorite black bikini. I slip it on and grab a couple of towels out of the bathroom. Is it dangerous to get in the hot tub with a man who could very well be my mystery man? Hell yeah, it is, but I have to know.
As I’m walking down the hall, I hear the patio door close. I peek around the corner and see him through the window as he gets into the hot tub. Here we go. Carrying our towels, I take a deep breath and walk out the door. Owen watches me and it’s not hard to see the need in his eyes. He’s looked at me like that before. I set the towels down and slowly step into the steaming water. Instead of sitting beside him, I move to the opposite side so I can face him. The water is hot against my skin and I sigh as I slip further down into it.
“All right, where were we?” I begin, grinning wide. “Oh yeah, you were going to tell me why some lucky woman hasn’t stolen you away. I find it hard to believe you’re single.”
Owen shakes his head and laughs. “Why is that hard to believe?”
I shrug. “You’re handsome, successful, funny, and you have good taste in Halloween movies.”
He laughs again and runs a hand over his face. “I don’t know. Guess the right woman doesn’t know who I am.”
That’s an interesting way of putting it. “Have you dated anyone recently?”
His eyes narrow curiously. “I’ve been out a couple of times. You?”
I nod. “Same.” Taking my hand, I glide it across the top of the bubbling water. “I was hoping to see you at the masquerade, but I never found you. Although Ferris Bueller did find me.”
Owen chuckles. “Nice. I really do hate I missed you. I was there though. I’m sure you saw Damien in the middle of the dancefloor doing the Batdance.”
Gasping, I slap a hand over my mouth. I had no clue it was him. “Wow. Although I’m not shocked. He seems like the type who could go out there and let loose.”
“And he does,” Owen replies. “That’s what I like about him. I’m a little more reserved.”
“So am I. For the most part.”
He stretches his arm wide and rests them on the hot tub. “I’m turning the tables around on you right now. Why are you still single?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t go out as much as I used to. All my friends are married and having kids now. I can’t exactly go out by myself. That’s why the parties have been a blessing. I’ve met a lot of people that way.”
“I have no doubt,” he says, his eyes slowly dropping to my lips and then back to my eyes. “I bet you have men waiting in line to talk to you.”