Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray was no pushover and punched Owen back with a flash of anger.

"You think you can take me on? Who do you think you are?" He swung, hurling insults, "Back when she and I were together, you were nowhere to be seen..."

Owen intercepted Murray's punch with a calm, almost chilling composure, contrasting Murray's boiling rage. "And what about you? What's your role in all this? An ex who can't let go, or worse?" Each word from Owen was like a knife, targeting Murray's weak spots.

"Looking for trouble, are you?" Murray snarled, trying to free his fist.

But Owen kept a firm grip, unshaken.

"Enough!" Roseanne had finally regained her composure. Standing up from the couch, she clutched the jacket Owen had lent her, not sparing Murray a glance.

She turned to Owen and looked down. "Mr. Reynolds, I'm sorry you had to witness this mess."

Owen frowned, asking,"Should I call the police?"

Roseanne hesitated, "Let's just go."

and not wanting to get

looked at her books on the floor. "These are my books. I'm afraid I don't have the strength now. Could you help me

up a canvas bag and

watching their departure, fury overtaking him as he kicked a decorative

Roseanne watched the mansion

long nor short. When she first moved in, she was full of hope, decorating

this. At last, the mansion and everything in it were behind her, no longer a part of

the car window, letting the wind whip through her hair, leaning back

Owen remained silent, occasionally

she had fallen asleep, he pulled over near Kingswell University and silently

overpowered her, needing

with mixed emotions. "Thanks for helping me again." Owen played

the times he'd helped,

eaten all day, and the hunger hit her suddenly as the adrenaline faded. Trying to hide it was

haven't been to the Kingswell University diner in a while, huh?