"Ethan."
He groaned. "It's nothing Sage. It's blood stains."
"Whose blood?"
He stared at her and she stared back.
Across the table, Harper slowly lowered her fork. "Oh, this is about to get good."
Ethan rubbed his forehead. "Sage, I just did something."
Her eyebrows pulled together and he looked at her for another second before shaking his head.
"I came here to see you happy…can you do that for me?"
Sage's expression softened. Ethan immediately pinched her cheek again.
"Less interrogation as more eating."
He guided her back toward the table. "I have a few hours here before I leave, baby sis. I'm not spending them watching you interrogate me over a little blood."
Sage reluctantly sat and Nolan pulled her fallen chair upright.
"He's right."
Sage pointed at him and glared. "Shut
