Justin looked from Gypsy to Jared. He noted how the look and expression on Jaredâ€™s face hardened. For a split second the analyzing look on his facing become a knowing stare. He clearly knew now that Jared was hiding something. Why else harden yourself to someone then to hide from them stuff you donâ€™t want easily told. The eyes are windows to the soul. The most expressive part of a person is their eyes. The hardening of ones soul windows indicates that you have something to hide. Something you donâ€™t want others knowing. He had done the same things many a time himself in the war zone. Hardened himself to hide the fact he was hurting when he lost a comrade. Hiding the fact he was facing down the barrel of an enemies gun with one shot between him and death and was afraid he may not see tomorrow. Hardening yourself to the observerâ€™s eyes usually only happened when you were hiding something. Or that there was something you wanted kept secret. For that reason alone...he was even more guarded around Jared then before.<br/><br/>Then in the split second it had been there it was gone. His gaze was back on Gypsy as she spoke again. The smile returned as he focused in on Gypsy. She was beautiful and his guard went down when he was looking at her. She was perfect for him. Her voice was music to his ears. Wouldnâ€™t matter if she was shrieking at him in anger...heâ€™d still happily listen. Besides...he had people yelling in his ear during training. Nothing beats the fact you either put up with it or dropped and gave them fifty plus push ups. â€œI know I donâ€™t have to but what if I want to? What if I want to hold you close like that and not let you down until we got there?â€ He asked. His eyes sparkling with life. â€œI think Iâ€™ll carry you all the way there going slowly. Show you around town. Make the walk longer to spend more time with you.â€ He said playfully. â€œBelieve me Gypsy...there is no walk that could be too long for a man recently out of the military. You probably wonâ€™t even weigh that much to me. I had to help buddies of mine push a tank out of mud. Compared to a tank Gypsy youâ€™ll weigh like a feather.â€<br/><br/>He smiled a his mate as she spoke again. â€œYes. Yes you can.â€ He said with a chuckle. â€œIâ€™ll try to make sure you donâ€™t paint me but you might want to wear bummy clothes. Just in case you and I go from painting to playing.â€ He teased. When he was younger his mom and him had a paint war that had gone from painting sculptures to painting each other. So it was a viable reasoning to cover all the bases. He wouldnâ€™t mind goofing off with Gypsy like that. It would be fun and he had no reason not to be goofing off or playing with her. â€œSo Gypsy...tomorrow is the full moon. Would you like to go for a run under the moonlight in our wolf forms?â€ He asked. Asking it like Jared wasnâ€™t sitting right there. In his opinion nothing would stop him from taking his mate for a moonlit stroll as their wolves except Gypsy. He would respect if she said no. He had a feeling she wouldnâ€™t though.<br/><br/>If she had been in her wolf form heâ€™d be carrying her around like she was the most precious wolf on the face of the planet. In his arms slightly damsel in distress style. Get them to the top of the hill and be scratching her behind the ears. Brushing out the coat of her fur. Heâ€™d be pampering her wolf form as much as he would her human form. Heâ€™d enjoy being pounced too. He smiled more. â€œYou are very welcome Gypsy. Alright.â€ He said. Watching her leave and go to the restroom.<br/><br/>His gaze turned to Jared. He noticed him move away slightly and moved to lean on elbow a bit. Arm crossed in front of him on the table. He looked like he was just relaxing or stretching out. Diversion tactic for sure. Leaning closer to see if his suspicions were correct. To see if for some reason Jared was uncomfortable with being near him. The lean in was subtle but the tactic was done to see if Jared moved ever so slightly to get away. He wanted to see if he was uncomfortable being close to him. Kind of bad for both of them if Jared wasnâ€™t comfy being near Gypsyâ€™s mate. Spelled bad mojo for them both. His expression went from smiling to serious. â€œClumsy can be cute. Iâ€™m sure she can work clumsy.â€ He said seriously. Was this man throwing that out to play games or was he seriously trying to just drop a little tid bit of information about Gypsy. Either way the question was why tell someone who is mates with your best friend something negative. Especially if you are trying to be supportive and happy for your best friend. Something like her being clumsy isnâ€™t exactly something you throw out to your best friendâ€™s date...so to speak. Not when they are just getting to know each other.<br/><br/>He stared at him without any expression movement. He was probably over analzying it due to being in the military so long. Or his gut instinct that it was a ploy could be right. Only time would tell. He heard the nervousness in Jaredâ€™s voice. A sly smile crossing his lips for a second before it was gone. What could Gypsyâ€™s bestie have up his sleeve that makes him seem like a con man who just ended up caught up in the web of lies he spun in his current con, who had no way to back out of it? Hmmm? Curious indeed. His expression went serious. "You know for someone who is on vacation you are acting very suspicious. You appear to have a guilty conscience. Sweating bullets in a place that is really cool inside...means there is something you don't want me to know. Which means...I'll be watching you."<br/><br/>He noticed that Jared couldnâ€™t keep gaze with him. Another note of suspicious activities. â€œIf you weave no web of lies Jared...why canâ€™t you keep eye contact with me for more than a second? What secrets do you hold up your sleeve? What bag of tricks have you let loose? Hmm?â€ He asked in a sly voice. His voice then changed as he sat up again. Taking a sip of his drink. â€œThe more I see the more I realize you are hiding something. I just want you to know if this something you hide hurts Gypsy in any way...you and I are going to have a good old fashioned chat behind a building.â€ His eyes grew steely. â€œYou may be her best friend but she is my mate and I wonâ€™t let anyone hurt her especially not if that person is supposed to protect and support her. Just a friendly word to the wise.â€<br/><br/>He made a serious smile. â€œAs for how long I was in...ten and a half years. I was the best in my branch of the military. I left because my heart told me it was time to come home. I now know why.â€ His expression went from steely to cautious again. â€œHowever, now that I have said my peace...it is a pleasure to meet someone who is important to Gypsy. I hope for her sake that you and I can remain on civilized terms.â€ His tone held a note of a warning to it. â€œDo I scare you Jared? You seem to be awfully jumpy around me. You have nothing to fear from me unless you do something to hurt Gypsy.â€ He looked towards the bathroom. â€œI just met her Jared and I already know I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. I wonâ€™t let anyone hurt her and I refuse to lose my mate after just finding her. You seem like a brother to her so while it is unlikely a brother friend would do anything against their best friend...it is always a possibility for there to be a traitor amongst the ranks.â€<br/><br/>He looked back to Jared. A serious expression on his face. â€œDonâ€™t be that traitor to the ranks Jared.â€ Those words didnâ€™t mean he knew what was going through Jaredâ€™s mind. No it meant his suspcious behavior brought about concerns that Jared would do something stupid. It merely meant what he said...donâ€™t hurt Gypsy. Not I know you will hurt her. Not I know you are up to something. It merely meant....Iâ€™m watching you so donâ€™t do anything stupid. "What city are you both from?" He asked. Changing the subject.