Moby had become possessively jealous only once in the time they had been together. Brodi had introduced Zoe to trance dancing. Not the techno clubbing stuff (she made a mental note to introduce him to that at some point), but the yoga-ish stuff that he was into. The class lasted an hour and a half, taught at a yoga studio in town, and she'd had such a good time that when he asked her if she'd like to get a cup of coffee, she said yes.

Unfortunately, she'd had such a good time that she didn't realize that time had slipped away so quickly. By the time the two of them walked back into the lodge, she was 30 minutes late for a dinner date with Moby, and hadn't even realized it yet. She was reminded quickly when they walked through the doors, both of them laughing heartily.

"Well, now, isn't this a lovely site."

They looked over to the fireplace, where Moby was just standing up to greet them.

"Hey Moby," Brodi began.

"You've got some nerve, mate."

"Beg pardon?"

Zoe stepped in front of Brodi as Moby stepped around the sofa. "Moby, don't make an ass of yourself."

"Make an ass of MY self? Really, you can't come up with something better than that? You're LATE."

"Late?" Zoe looked at her watch. "Oh my God. I'm sorry, Moby. I didn't realize the time."

"Ah," Brodi said. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I didn't realize you had dinner plans or I would have had you back sooner."

"You shouldn't have HAD HER anywhere, California. But I'll deal with you in a bit."

"ExCUSE me?"

Zoe turned to Brodi briefly. "Brodi, thank you. I enjoyed it, and we'll talk later." She turned back to Moby. "YOU. I'd rather not have this argument in public, so if you want, follow me to my room. Otherwise, piss off."

She turned and stalked up the stairs. Moby, who was boiling by this point, watched her leave, then turned angrily back to Brodi.

"This isn't over by a long shot, mate," he hissed, then stomped off after Zoe.