Mal scowls. “When we get back, she’s mine for an hour before we go out running. I’m the goddamn lead, and my scent is barely on her. Hell, May had more time with her at the diner than I have. ” “That’s not true, you’ve been her snuggly-wuggley widdle wolf to help her fall asleep a few times now.” He flips me off and punches the gas.
