Okay, Owen wants to play that game. I’ll play along. We arrived at the cafe and stood in line. I stood in front of Owen, my slim jeans a total help. I pretended to drop a dollar, so I bent over to pick it up, my butt in his face. He turned beet red and kissed Hannah. Nice cover, but I can do better. I knew for sure he was still looking at my butt as we moved ahead in line. The pervert. The very cute pervert. I put on my flirty voice for the guy at the counter and Owen was loosing control on himself. We walked to our table and I sat across from him. Jacob pulled the chair out for me, always the gentleman, but he was glaring silently. Maybe I was making the wrong person jealous. Nah, Owen was feeling the heat too. I feel so bad for Hannah though, caught in the middle of two guys for me. Okay, that’s a little mean, I feel bad that she wasn’t smart enough to understand Owen’s kisses. Then again, I have to think now if I want his kisses or if I want Jacob’s. And so the battle continues as we get our food.