Mason stared a moment longer before his face broke into a wide smile. “You show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair,” he said, but sat back, still smiling. “A guard dog?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook. “Woof,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “And that’s it? I say the word and you hit him?” “Pretty much.” “But he’s your friend?” “No friend of mine is going to disrespect you and there be no consequences. Mason is joking, so that should shut it down, but I promise, if you felt it was serious, he and I would have an issue.” “And he would hit you if the
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