Sage’s POV
The beach looked like something out of a postcard—soft waves brushed the shore, the sun was already setting, melting into the ocean like a candle, and there was not a single soul around. For once, it felt like the world wasn’t watching. For once, I could breathe.
I slipped my sandals off and ran ahead, letting the sand sink between my toes. “Come on, grump,” I called over my shoulder, laughing as Mark followed behind me, shaking his head.
“You’re seriously not tired of dragging me into trouble?” he muttered, though he didn’t sound mad.
“I’m giving you peace,” I said, twirling around in my sundress. “God forbid we have one normal evening without bodyguards or paparazzi breathing down our necks.”
Mark looked out at the ocean and sighed. His shirt was rolled up at the sleeves,
