His eyebrow rose in surprise. “Brave little thing, aren’t you?”
“Maybe you’re the brave one,” she stated.
“What are you doing here on your own?”
“I’m not here on my own,” she stated. Did he own the place or something?
He moved his gaze around pointedly.
“I don’t see anyone, do you?” he asked.
“Well, obviously he’s not here.”
“He isn’t? Are you sure he’s not imaginary?”
Huh. How rude!
Where had this man gotten his manners from? The recycle shop?
He needed to return them for a refund.
“Considering he’s storming toward us right now, no.”
The guy turned toward Salem just as he reached them.
“Tamsyn! What are you doing over here? Why did you wander off?” Salem demanded, running his gaze over her.
“I had to pee.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have brought you to the bathroom.”
Tamsyn tilted her head to the side. “Um, you were busy and I didn’t want to disturb you when I can go myself. I was fine until I ran into this guy. Be careful . . . he hasn’t got many manners.”
The guy gave her another stern look. Sheesh. Did he ever smile? It would lighten up his whole face and make him look years younger.
“Salem, I didn’t know you had a Little.”
Well, I do.” He frowned at her. “You didn’t listen very well when I told you not to wander off.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. But I wasn’t wandering. I had to pee.”
“I’m guessing your hand hurts,” the man said to Salem.
That was a strange thing to say. She stared at Salem’s hands. They just looked like they always did. Why did he think they would be sore?
“Why would his hand hurt?” she asked.
“From all the spankings he has to give you,” the big man rumbled.
“She’s new to this, Oxford,” Salem said.
Oxford? That was his name? Well, she guessed Ox kind of worked for him. He was as big as an Ox. And she’d always thought they looked grouchy.
“You’re not, though. You should have made it clear that she was to stay with you at all times.”
Umm . . . oh no. She didn’t like this guy telling her off. But she really, really didn’t like him telling Salem off.
No one scolded her man.