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Mason stepped in between the two with his chest out, “She’s mine,” he said firmly, his words dripping with possessive conviction. The man took two steps back, holding his hands at chest level in a gesture of surrender. His body language said it all, “Just checking,” he said. Mason stepped towards Thea and lowered his voice, his eyes flashing as he spoke. “Rob here is a dominant, like me.” He turned back to Rob, his nostrils flaring as he clenched his jaw. “And he thinks it’s funny to provoke me.” Rob gave his colleague an exaggerated slap on the shoulder, and with a hearty chuckle, he said, “It’s only because I’m better looking and bigger than you.” He glanced back at Thea with a mischievous glint in his eye and said, “You know when you’re done with the minor leagues,” he winked suggest
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