Owen gave her a mock-hurt look. "You wouldn't." He wouldn't be late. Because there sounded like something of a promise there. He had the urge to just stay in all day with Cecilia and ignore everything outside the door, but he also knew he needed to check on people and see how they were adapting to the situation. If They had made him Sheriff, he didn't want to give Pam a reason to raise holy hell that he wasn't doing his job.
"I won't be a minute late," Owen promised. Then he paused and let a slow grin cross his lips. "Do you have to wear this everyday?"