making a choice before she was ready.
Nolan, meanwhile, appeared to have no interest in the emotional war unfolding around him.
He reached across Sage to grab the butter, his hand brushing her waist in the process.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said casually, settling back into his chair. "I couldn't reach the butter, and I didn't want to interrupt your little staring contest."
Mason's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Then use your fu.cking words next time instead of reaching across her like an octopus."
Nolan looked at him innocently.
"Would you prefer I ask Sage to pass it to me? Because I can certainly do that. Sage, sweetheart, would you mind passing me the butter? And while you're at it, could you tell Mason to stop glaring at me like he's about to bury me in the backyard?"
Sage burst ou
