After blowing out a low breath, I walked out to Sage’s living room and gazed out at the New York City skyline. I loved Laila, but she had no confidence in herself ever. We both desperately needed this vacation to relax.
But stress wasn’t the only reason I could sense Laila needed to leave. Poppy, Sage’s new friend, was the other reason. Sage had been bold as hell, asking if she could have a significant other right after the way Laila reacted.
I glanced over my shoulder at the bedroom door. No way that I’d let Sage be with someone else. My hands tightened into tight fists. No f*****g way would another woman or man lay their hands on her. Not while she was ours.
When I walked out of Sage’s home to grab our suitcases from the penthouse, I caught Riccardo standing by the front door on his u
