"If it makes you feel any better, mothers can't fight either?"
"Why not?" I ask defenselessly.
He smiles at my persistence.
"They have their own tasks if a war breaks out." Looking at my reaction, he carries on, "For example, they are in charged of gathering all the pups and taking them to rescue."
Taking out his phone, he checks the time before resting his eyes back on me.
"Can I ask you something?" He says randomly.
"You just did," I tease.
Scowling playfully, he says, "I am going to ask you a question."
"Then ask!"
"Is it true Greg thought you and him were mates?"
All too quickly, my head snapped to him, craning my neck.
"Where'd you hear that?
"It was just one of their theories." His gaze doesn't reach mine.
"Their?"
As if now realizing what he said, Jason is q
