Cash glared back. So she didn't trust him. He was sure if he thought about the situation he would be worried as well. A married couple, living apart...problems were bound to arise. Were Cash that type of guy. "I trust you away from me," he shot back, trying to keep his voice controlled. He shook his head. It was totally unfair - and annoying - what she was doing to him. 

"Having Archie look after you makes me feel safer about you being away arround all these pretty skinny girls." 

"What part of us being married don't you understand? I'm not going to cheat on you." The food arrived then and so Cash continued to lean back but lazily stole one of the chips from his wife's plate and took a bite of it. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he grumbled. "I want you to tell him to back off...before I punch him," Cash added as a warning, taking a gulp of his butterbeer which he nearly spit out at Diana's next train of thought.

"You haven't told them?" he asked, incredulous. Cash stared. "Diana...they...they need to know. You'll eventually going to have to tell them...I mean....what about dinner that first night when I get back? They have to know by then."

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