R E L A X

Owen nodded once at Cleo as she turned her eyes on him for a brief moment. He knew a thing or two about carnivores. Odds were high the dinosaur had no idea what he was doing, but Owen liked to think she did. Giving a little nod might go a long way should she ever get out and go on an eating spree. Maybe she’d remember this and at least give him a head start.  Enthusiastically returning her kiss, the trainer looped his arm around her shoulders as they walked down the road and away from the paddock. He laughed and answered her question with another question. “I work hard all day and you want me to cook for you?” His grin was playfully wicked and he dramatically shook his head. “Does that seem right to you?”  Steering them away from the park, he took them down the main road to the bungalow. By his calculations, the chili he had put on this morning before he’d taken off to his own carnivorous children should be done, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. After all, she’d been out the door before he had woken up. Regretfully, too, as he recalled, as he had woken up reaching for her. “Are you hungry? I might share one of my last Poptarts with you,” Owen teased, unhooking his arm to unlock their front door. “But you’ll have to be nice to me.” Swinging the door open, the scent of crock pot spices simmering blasted them in the face. “Or we could just eat this chili I made.” 

The airplane taking them to the island wasn’t very big and, after the fog in his mind cleared, Owen was able to take in the faces of everyone around him. Two of them he’d never seen before, but this third one seemed vaguely familiar. He stared for a solid thirty seconds before casting his eyes out of the small window. Placing her face was difficult, but he was confident this wasn’t the first time he had ever seen her. After another minute of deliberation, he turned to face her better in their cramped space. “I’m trying to not sound crazy, but I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? On the island? I’m sorry, I-I can’t place your name and now? Well, now it’s bothering me.” 

His whistling bounced off the metal and concrete that constructed the paddocks as he wandered through the park. The park was quiet today, but with summer looming around the corner, they would be packed in no time. Which is why it was nice to enjoy the slow period while they had it. Coming upon on the one he wanted, he circled to the open side, peering through the bars until his eyes landed on Annalisa. From where he stood, Owen watched her work, one corner of his mouth quirking up. Her voice was firm, her movement were sure. Right now, she was in control. He wasn’t going to lie-it was very sexy.  Cleo turned and ran deeper into her paddock, meaning Owen was free to make his presence known. Whistling up to Annalisa, he grinned at her. “It’s past dinner,” he called out, pointing at his watch in case she couldn’t hear him clearly. “You wanna go get some?” 

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A beat followed before Owen shook his head. “Bullshit. That probably took you awhile, didn’t it?” Which as he was saying it, made him realize it said more about him than it did about her. He should have noticed she had been gone if it truly did take her time.  But it was too late. The words had escaped from his lips. “Easy getting up there, sis, but how are you going to get down? Do I get to stand here and watch you fall on your ass? See, to me, that’s better than any prank I could pull on my own.” He smiled at the image his mind conjured of her slipping and landing right on her butt. “Well? Show me those parkour skills!”