Owen strolled over and stopped beside her. “Petty, don’t forget, you’re here with me tonight. If you keep running off to chat with other guys, I might start getting jealous.”
He held out his arm for her, and she rested her hand lightly on it as they headed inside. She let out a little scoff. “A sidekick should know their place.”
Owen grinned, brushing it off. “Saying things like that, aren’t you afraid you’ll break my heart? And what about Franco? You’re not worried about embarrassing him by bringing me here so openly?”
Petty looked at him like he’d just told the world’s funniest joke. “Oh, so it’s okay for him but not for me? Besides, you’re my brother-in-law. We’re family. What are people even going to say?”
Owen gave her a look, his eyes a little playful. “You know, the way you said that is actually kind of interesting.”
He leaned in closer, dropping his voice near her ear. “But honestly, I still like you better when you’re single.”
Petty rolled her eyes and used her clutch to push his face away. “Even if I were single, you’d be at the very bottom of the list.”
The venue was warm and buzzing with people. Petty slipped off her shawl, and Owen, doing his gentleman routine, took it and handed it to a nearby waiter.
Tonight’s auction was hosted by the White family, so as soon as she stepped inside, Petty spotted a few of their elders mingling. She hadn’t expected to see Nanette there.
“Nanette,” she called.
Nanette’s eyes lit up as she looked at Petty. “Petty, you look gorgeous tonight.”
“Thanks,” Petty said, smiling.
Nanette turned to Owen. “I have something to discuss with you.”
Petty got the hint and let go of Owen’s arm. She wandered over to the dessert table, picking up a small plate of sweets to kill some time.
As she made her way toward the lounge, she kept glancing back, scanning the room for Franco. If he was alone, she’d have a chance to catch him.

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