Bella knocks on my door. "Alice and Jasper are here."

"Just need to get Mase in her sling," I say, nodding. "Can you hold it up?"

"You sure you don't want me to tote her?" She lifts the strappy contraption.

"Nah," I breathe, picking up our girl. "I'll need the deterrent."

Bella's brows dip, but she doesn't say anything.

I don't either.

How do you remind your amnesic fiancée that the neighborhood cougars tend to hit on her man?

But maybe I'm not anymore.

Hers, that is.

It's all so confusing.

I think I am.

But does she?

I'm unsure.