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Sage’s arms were wrapped around Kingdom’s waist as they rode up to the clubhouse. Her eyes landed on Loki, and her stomach bottomed out. Manning the entrance was a prospect’s job. She didn’t comment, but a blade of guilt speared her.
In his office, Kingdom finished draping her legs over his lap and shouted out Loki’s name. The door swung open, and Loki entered, face carefully blank. Standing at attention, his eyes fixated solely on Kingdom. “Sir.”
“Get me two beers.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sage’s gaze swerved back and forth between the two men, her mouth hanging ajar. After the office door shut behind Loki, she stared at Kingdom with an unspoken question in her wide eyes. He remained silent, so she prodded him with an elbow to his side.
“He has to take the consequences,” Kingdom explained, “
