Marked and Owned The door closed softly behind him. Phil stepped into the warm glow of the entryway, wearing a black dress shirt with the top button open, sleeves casually rolled. He carried no overnight bag, just a slim velvet box tucked beneath one arm, and a knowing smile that deepened when he heard Sally’s heels approach. She appeared at the top of the stairs, radiant in her deep green slip dress, sheer black hold-ups...