“Took years off my life putting it out.”
Sage watched the corner of Black’s mouth twitch. It vanished as quickly as it appeared.
He shook his head once, smothering another laugh, trying to get his pulse back under control. “Show pics or it didn’t happen.”
Micah barked a laugh.
Winter snorted, “Jesus.”
Black’s mouth twitched again. “Oh, it happened. Trust me.”
Sage rolled his eyes. “Children. You’re both embarrassing.”
“Hey! I’m older than you,” Micah laughed.
Sage’s lips twitched. “That’s not the defense you think it is.”
A low chuckle rumbled out of Law.
Micah swung a teasing punch at Sage’s arm. Sage leaned out of reach without breaking stride.
It was strange how easy this felt.
How natural.
He hadn’t felt that in a long time.
“You good?” Law asked, voice lower now, closer.
“Yeah.” The word came out lighter than he expected. “I’m good.”
And he was.
Law’s gaze lingered a second too long. “You sure?” he asked quietly.
He looked up at Law.
And up.
The man was close enough now that he could see the gold threaded through his whiskey-colored eyes, could feel the heat coming off him, steady and grounded. Broad shoulders filling the space between them. Solid. Unmovable.
Too easy to lean into.
“Always,” Sage said.
A beat passed.
Law studied him like he was measuring something.
Then the man nodded and let it go.
His phone vibrated against his thigh.
Sage went still.
He didn’t look. Didn’t reach for it.
Law was still watching him.
