A strange blush crept across Yara Quillan's face when she heard that. 'Could he be shy? Is he hiding from me, too scared to see me?'
'Or is he afraid I'll give him an answer he doesn't want?'
Whatever the reason, Henry Lester had gone and vanished on her. She had even wanted to find him to celebrate Christmas together. Although, with a personality as stuffy as his, it definitely wouldn't have been a very exciting Christmas.
"Owen, did you guys know all along?" Hearing Owen Morgan still teasing her, Yara Quillan recalled past events and pouted, asking unhappily.
Owen Morgan's laughter came through the phone again. "Yara, you're probably the only person on earth who didn't know. To be honest, it's not easy to push Henry to this point."
"How could I have?" 'If Henry Lester didn't say anything, how was I supposed to know?'
'We've been like that ever since we were kids. If he doesn't say it, how could I possibly understand?'
"Owen, is Henry Lester's injury okay now?"
