Now all conversation falls silent as they take their seats. Brittany takes a seat next to Michael who’s directly across from Masen. The blonde from English whose name I just learned is Lisa, sits next to Sam who’s straight in front of me, putting her across from Sniffer on my side. The last girl, Becca, takes the seat next to Lisa. Brittany unsuccessfully tries to start several conversations with Masen. He doesn’t ignore her but gives one or two word replies and never looks in her direction. His behavior is so different from only moments ago when he was relaxed and playful.

Finally, she says something that gets his full attention. “Roxanne has your watch Mase. She said you must have forgotten it Saturday morning when you left.” Her smile is innocent, too innocent; she knows exactly what she just did.

Masen’s fist slams on the table so hard me and almost everyone in the cafe jump. “Leave,” he barks. She scurries away. Her friends follow, not even stopping to pick up their trash.

It doesn’t matter though, the damage is done. I’m successfully reminded he was with her less than a week ago. How I feel about it surprises me though. On one hand, I want to claw all three of their eyes out, but on the other hand, I want to mount him in front of every woman he’s ever been with and show them he’s mine. Yes, snarls my wolf. She likes both ideas. She is not just a hussy, she’s a violent one.

Truthfully, I know it was before me, but it still hurts. There’s nothing to been done for it now, and I won’t let her win by pushing Masen away. That’s exactly what they want.

I settle for rubbing my hand over Masen’s tense shoulder. “Calm down, Big Guy. I know what she was trying to do. The reminder sucks, but it’s not like I didn’t know about you and Roxanne.”

Masen’s body immediately relaxes, and he snatches me up from my seat and sits me in his lap. He shoves my face into his chest and drops his head to my ear. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Sniffer is staring at me with an open mouth. I reach over and lift his chin with my fingers. “Nobody wants to see your burrito Sniffer,” I admonish.

Masen lets out a full-blown belly laugh. His head is thrown back as he roars. Now, it’s my turn to stare along with everyone else in the room. A few chuckle with him. Most just watch, seeming to realize the rarity that they’re witnessing. He squeezes me tight and still laughing says, “I’m a lucky fucker!”

Sniffer is still shocked. “What have you done with my brother? Do you have any sisters?” That earns him a swat to the back of the head from Masen. Lifting his hands defensively, he comments, “Hey, I was just asking.” I finish my lunch sitting in Masen’s lap, and I don’t even care if anyone watches.