"Same," Owen said. Given that Cecilia had become his closest friend in the house, Owen couldn't imagine having met anyone else that morning in the hall. He wasn't sure if they would have been as close as they were now had Owen met someone different in that hall that morning. God, had it really only been over a month ago? It felt longer, sometimes.
Owen headed for the door, scratching idly at his facial hair. He might need to shave soon, given the heat. Unless he could handle it for the next few days.
"You want to grab a bottle of water before we go?" Owen asked, stepping out into the hall and moving out of the way so she could join him.