The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 47

Owen watched her closely, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “Why do you look so down?”

She shot him a look. “Your family’s factory just burned to the ground. Should I be throwing a party?”

He shrugged, completely unfazed. “It’s just one of the White Family’s less important businesses. If it’s gone, it’s gone.”

Petty’s eyes narrowed, catching the slip immediately. As a journalist, she was trained to pick up on the little things. If this factory really didn’t matter, why had both the CEO and the vice president shown up in person?

She decided not to push it. Maybe Owen just wanted to sound cool in front of her.

Petty ignored him, fished a black mask from her pocket, and pulled it over her face. Without another word, she headed for the wreckage with her coworker.

Owen watched her walk away, her posture cold and determined. He let out a soft laugh, then reached for his cigarette pack and lighter. He lit up, the smoke curling around him as he glanced over at the factory manager.

“Work with the reporters during the interview, alright?” He lifted his hand, cigarette between his fingers, signaling to the manager.

The man seemed startled at first, then nodded. “Of course, Owen.”

Smoke drifted away on the breeze as Owen’s gaze followed Petty. His eyes narrowed, something unreadable flickering in them.

He had to admit, there was something different about Petty when she was working. She had this magnetic energy, this confidence. You just couldn’t look away.

He’d seen her on the news the day of the explosion. Even behind a mask, with her face hidden and chaos everywhere, she had stood out. Flames, smoke, broken concrete all around, but she was like a bright light in the middle of it. Impossible not to notice her.

How could anyone not fall for a woman like that?

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