Page 132 of Deadly Obsession
He’s right. I’ve never been happier to have the woman who now owns my heart and soul by my side.
“I need to see the ring,” Noah says, greedily grabbing Sage’s hand.
“Wait, you two are engaged?” Lance asks.
Sage giggles. “We’remarried.”
“Seriously? Before us? Rainbow Bright, why didn’t you tell me?”
Noah scoffs, possibly at the weird nickname or because Lance is clueless.
“I figured you knew. Don’t you and your brother talk?”
I wince. I’m still working on that. Lance knows that I’m trying. He pretends to hate talking to me but anytime I miss a text or phone call, he chews me out.
I didn’t tell him that we got married because that’s something to reveal in person. Plus, I honestly thought Noah would tell him.
I roll my eyes. She’s just as stubborn as Sage.
“No, he didn’t,” Lance whines. “We’ve both been a bit preoccupied with asshole traitors.”
“And starting new crime syndicates,” I add.
“Yeah... You two should work on that,” Noah says, goading us both.
I’m not taking the bait.
“They really should,” Sage says and elbows me in the side.
I narrow my eyes at her. She also knows I’m trying.
“Are your parents here? I want to meet them,” Noah asks Sage, thankfully changing the subject.
“Yeah, they’ve already found people to chat with at the bar. They’re both extroverted like me, and by the end of the night, they’ll probably have a dozen new friends.”
“Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter,” a man says approaching our group.
The mayor of New York City.
Lance and Noah use the interruption to slink away, and I narrow my eyes at my brother when he catches my glare. He waggles his brows at me.
He’s totally planning to find a place to fuck Noah.
Except, she drags him unwillingly to the bar where they find Sage’s parents... who proceed to give the two contract killers the most enthusiastic hugs I’ve ever witnessed.
My poor brother stiffens and blanches, as if the man and woman have the plague.
I chuckle and return my attention to the mayor and his wife.
Time to network.
Next month, Sage is launching her new event planning business, and I will be making sure everyone here knows she’s the one who organized tonight’s festivities.
“Mayor Quam, nice to officially meet you,” Sage says, going heavy on the charm.
She’s holding my hand, and I squeeze it not so gently.
The mayor is a handsome man. Tall, dark skinned, mesmerizing dark brown eyes—Sage’s words, not mine that I totally didn’t get jealous over—and a smile worth a million bucks.
