Charlie's jaw clenched at her snide little pet name for him. She really was eager to get him riled up, but he was able to keep his cool a little better than Mac seemed to expect. He had not lived this long or climbed this high up by losing his temper. "What's it to you?" he replied, returning to cleaning the dishes in the sink. He really did not understand why her feathers were so ruffled by seeing talk with other people, unless she was just insanely possessive. But where did she get off acting like that? Charlie knew she was Jax's plaything; he knew whatever arrangement they had was most likely temporary. And who knows who else Mac had crawled into bed with when Jax was not in the mood. Charlie could not have been the first one.