hree tables below mine? She really looks like she's trouble. The kind of problems that make you fall in love with them and you live happily ever after with that kind of problem. I lower

ou don't mind," I say as the waitress finally places my food in front of me, as well as the woman's. "We are hungry." Mal leaves, pulling Marjorie behind him before anything else can be said. I think I still had it. Mal has never liked me and the feeling is mutual. "Thank you," the woman whispers, looking at her food as if she's trying not to cry. "Mal was always a piece of shit," I say as I pick up my burger. "Everything he does or says has a vengeful touch. Fuck him and everything that comes out of his mouth." I take a big bite of my burger and hope she does the same with her salad. I generally don't like it when women have salads. However, this particular salad actually looks really good. So good, in fact, that I consider eating it alone. "Mal is my ex-husband," she murmurs. "He gave him my wedding ring, the one that used to belong to my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, to this woman." "Was she using it?" I ask between bites. "Yes," she whispers. "OK." And when I get up and go to the table where Mal and Marjorie had resumed their seats. Eating the same way they just beat their wife for eating. Mal's eyes meet mine before I can get there. I'm still chewing on my piece of burger when I stop at their table. I extend my hand to Marjorie, which she does. "Marjorie, right?" I ask as I place my other hand over hers. Slip of the hand, and it's done. "Yes," she says. "You do not remember me?" I curl my lip as I put my hand in my pocket. "Yes. That's why I'm only going to say this once to everyone. Leave her alone or deal with me." They both blink. "You don't know me anymore, Callum. So don't pretend." Mal growls. My head tilts and I look at him with cold, dead eyes. "You don't know me anymore either," I say calmly. "Think about it before you decide to hurt her again. And if I see you disrespect her in any way in public again... well, let's just say I know a lot of people in this town, one of which is your father." Mal's eyes narrow, and I wish I could give him a good punch before I left. Unfortunately, I lik