He cut my protest off by leaning down as his jaw tightened and his gaze darkened with a different kind of intensity, the brim of his hat concealing us from the world. “Get. Your. Stuff.” “Is something going on here?” Mr. Dalys cut in. Slowly, Mason’s head turned in his direction. “No offense, sir, but my relationship with Harmony is none of your business.” Now, Mr. Dalys’ eyes got wide. “Relationship—”
