While he might have been right about not needing all the answers in one go, I felt too far behind to care about it. If I was already becoming a mess, why not rip the whole bandaid off and tell me that I needed to start killing people or something. It felt like a not-so-secret society.

“Fal?” Kelly’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. “Did you hear me?”

I shook my head, physically trying to shake my brains out. Maybe they’d fall out of my nose–or ears. “No...sorry.” I weakly took a plate from her, focusing on a piece of pie that I wanted.

“What were you doing when I called you?” I glanced at Brent shoveling food in his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

He shrugged his shoulders, unbothered by my question. “What do you mean?”

Way to play it off.

“Just what I said.” I put my fork down. “I heard grunting or something from your end.”

Exposing that sharp jawline of his, he tilted his head to the side and gave me a bored look. “I’ll tell you if you tell me that you’re mine.”

I scowled at him and looked back to my plate where I could distract myself with pie. “No.” Blueberry pie. My favorite.

“Fine,” he said with food in his mouth. “You’re mine, and I was handing someone’s ass to him.”

I guessed he was answering for me then. Yeah, no. Kelly glanced at me over the breakfast foods piled onto her plate, daring me to continue with the banter.

“Care to elaborate on the latter?” I wasn’t going to touch on his claim to me, but I would pry into what trouble he was getting into this time. The man got into fights like it was his day job or something.

He scoffed at me with a smirk playing on his lips, sitting back and crossing his arms. His blue eyes flashed with intensity. “Can you tell me you’re mine?”

“Possessive much?”

“Yes, I am. I will admit it to everyone in this room that I want you to be mine. You didn’t seem to have a problem with it earlier...” He leaned back over with his eyebrows raised playfully to eat more food, eyes locked on mine.

I laughed. “The only people here are Kelly and me.”

He held his phone up like a trophy, eyes flickering with mischief as he accepted some unspoken dare. “I will publish it to the media unless you say something nice to me.”

A part of me wondered if he would do it. He seemed the type. I played along with him, not wanting to test any more things that would have Evans having a heart attack. “You have a nice butt.”

Kelly laughed.