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Thirty minutes of explaining what had gone down in a week, omitting the parts she knew would annoy Owen greatly, like mentioning Jamil, Leonica was no faced with a very worried looking Owen. "I leave for one week and you totally become reckless." He huffed, shaking his head in disapproval to all the stunts she had pulled. "Reckless," Leonica parroted with a grin, finding how he worried for her, funny. "If getting a sprained ankle after being falling off a staircase is recklessness, then I'm all in." "Leonica," The way her name slipped through his lips made her smile even more, and she was tempted to wrap her arms around him, but he had beat her to it. His embrace was warm and the smell of his cologne, sweet and spicy, tickled her nose. She felt her body relaxing and leaning into his, and although they'd only been apart for a week, she realized that she missed this; him. "When are you going to stop being so reckless? You mustn't always put yourself in harms way to protect everyone. You'