Owen slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants to keep from reaching for her. He didn't need to start groping her when they should probably be figuring this whole thing out. Owen did his best to keep his gaze on her face, rather than letting it roam. "It's not weird," Owen said. "I mean, it's weird, but not intolerable. I'm not freaked out. I might have been I had been married to anyone else, even temporarily. But I know this is make believe. I'm not sure how fifties husband I can really be." Owen cocked a brow. "Is it going to freak you out?"