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.
