He was reluctant to follow Cecilia, because he had no idea who or what was waiting inside the library. Paranoid? Sure, but given the circumstances, Owen doubted anyone could blame him. So he hovered in the doorway, watching her roam around, probably looking for a phone. Owen was glancing down the hallway again, but Cecilia's previous location brought him back to his attention.
"Maine?" Christ, that was all the way across the country. Of course, Owen was thinking in terms of where he had been taken. Who the hell knew where they were now. His brows drew together in concern. "Seattle," Owen said. "I mean, I was living in Tacoma... Jesus Christ, where are we?"