Love Is Always Write Volume 4

matters."
    Owen couldn't help but smile. Then his stomach did somersaults, as Chase's thigh brushed up against his. There had been subtle touches all morning. Owen couldn't figure out if it was deliberate, or if Chase was just one of those touchy-feely people. Owen's family was always hugging, or piling up together to watch movies. His mind wandered to cuddling up with Chase and watching movies. He imagined fitting perfectly into Chase's arms.
    Chair legs scraped across the floor, and Owen looked around. Dave, Cole, and Chase were standing up and shaking hands. Owen quickly stood up and shook their hands. The two men left the table, stopped at the bakery counter, and handed their order form to Bradley.
    Owen was about to say something when the door opened, and Chase's brother walked in. He was followed by a rough, muscular man with a clipboard. Owen watched as the bear went to work. He pulled a laser measuring device from his pocket and began sizing the window.
    Owen returned his attention to Chase and his brother, Stuart. The brothers were locked in a hug. Stuart lifted his head and gazed at Owen. He whispered something to Chase. Owen heard the lilting French, but couldn't make out exactly what was said. Stuart's gaze trailed over Owen, sizing him up. Owen felt like Stuart had an inner laser for measuring up men, similar to his own.
    "I would've been here earlier, but you know, I don't do early." Stuart said to Chase as they let go of one another.
    Owen felt his insides twist. He had said something similar to Chase at Richard's.
    "Stuart, this is Owen Kennedy." Chase stepped out of the way.
    "Hi, bunny." Stuart winked at Owen, and then turned his attention back to Chase and said, "It looks like you've been busy. Bradley is refilling the case, and Colena is cleaning off every table in here." Stuart grinned.
    "We had a wedding cake order." Chase waved to Dave and Cole who were walking past the front window.
    "Exactly what we were hoping for," Stuart nodded.
    "Can we get the UV window?" Chase pointed to the contractor.
    "If he says we can, then your wish will be my command." Stuart motioned to the contractor. They went outside and pointed at the window and the awning.
    "This won't take long." Chase turned to Owen. "I'm sorry for all the interruptions."
    "I'm good," Owen said.
    The contractor left, and Stuart came back inside. "You'll have a new window next week," Stuart paced a few steps and turned back to Chase. Owen watched the brothers have some kind of silent understanding. A cell phone beeped, and Stuart pulled a phone from his pocket.
    "Did you book a flight back to Montreal?" Chase asked and put a hand on his brother's arm.
    "Yes." Stuart had been busy texting on his phone. He looked up and slipped the phone into his pocket. "I leave tomorrow night. We're still on for tonight, right?"
    Stuart began speaking rapidly in French, about Owen. Chase started laughing. He was laughing so hard he had to sit down. Owen knew exactly what Stuart had said, but he didn't give anything away. Instead, Owen just smiled. Stuart was staring at his brother.
    "What is so freakin' funny?" Stuart shook his head.
    "I speak fluent French," Owen said, because Chase was still losing it. And then, Owen laughed. "You have a vivid imagination."
    "Merci," Stuart said. He wasn't the least concerned that Owen had understood the entire conversation.
    "After all of that," Chase stopped laughing, "would you be interested in joining me, and my inappropriate brother, for dinner? We're meeting a bunch of friends at Organically Thrown to celebrate the grand opening."
    "We're going to Richard's after dinner." Stuart winked at Owen. "I hope you'll come, bunny. After the way my brother described your dancing, I'd like to see you in action."
    Owen raised his brows at Chase. "Really? What did you tell him?"
    Chase shrugged.
    Stuart patted his brother's shoulder. "Every detail, bunny."
    "Why do you keep calling me bunny?" Owen looked at Stuart.
    Chase almost toppled out of his chair laughing again. "That's my fault," he said between laughs.
    "Do I want to know?" Owen smiled. He was pretty sure he knew what the reference was.
    "Are you going to be my date tonight?" Chase stood up.
    "Yes," Owen replied.
    "Well, I'm glad that's settled. I'll meet you at Organically Thrown at seven." Stuart patted Chase's cheek. "Later, bunny," he said to Owen as he walked out the door.
    Owen took a breath and processed what had just happened. Then he felt his heart race as