“Apparently so,” Tyce said. “So, are you going to marry me for your mom’s ring?”
Sage reached up to hold his face. “I am going to marry you because I am stupidly in love with you and I intend to stay that way for the rest of my life. Because I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else but you.” She smiled, teasing him. “But I can’t lie, the ring is a factor.”
Tyce kissed her, his lips curving against her mouth. “I’ll take it. Love you, babe.”
“And it’s about damn time!”
Sage whipped around to see her brothers, their wives, Amy, Reame and Lachlyn walking from the storeroom at the back, the men carrying bottles of champagne and the women carrying glasses.
After kissing Lachlyn—she had another sister, yay!—Sage narrowed her eyes and looked at Tyce. “Why are they here?”
“I needed their help to set this all up, to get you here,” Tyce said, shrugging. “Apparently they have their uses.”
Sage heard the affection under his sarcasm and thought that he and her brothers would be just fine. She, however, was not. Sage walked up to Linc and poked her finger in his chest. “What the hell were you thinking, punching Tyce? Seriously, what is wrong with you?”
Linc brushed her hand away. “He deserved it.” Linc kissed her cheek and gave her a quick hug. Sage hugged him back and felt him stiffen in her arms. She pulled away and found him looking at the destroyed canvas. “What the hell is that?” he demanded.
Jaeger also tipped his head to the side and sent Tyce a look of pure confusion. “I don’t get it, Latimore. They pay you for this garbage?”
Tyce and Sage exchanged a long look filled with everything they were going to spend the rest of their lives saying. I love you. You’re gorgeous. Can’t wait to get you naked.
Tyce laughed and shrugged. “Yep. Strange but true.”
“What’s it called?” Jaeger asked, moving closer to the wall.
Sage’s eyes didn’t waver from Tyce’s face. “It’s called Love, Lost and Found.”
Tyce’s eyes warmed and softened at her answer and he wore his love and devotion for her like a coat of armor. She’d finally found her warrior and damn, it felt amazing.
“You Ballantynes are so weird,” Reame said, popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. He looked at Lachlyn and raised his brows. “Their madness is contagious. Run… Run now.”
Tyce grinned at Reame. “It’s not madness—it’s love.” He looked from Reame to Lachlyn and smiled. “You two should try it—it’s not so bad.”
Reame and Lachlyn looked equally horrified and Sage smiled at their expression. Actually, come to think of it, her new sister and the man Sage considered her fourth brother looked really good together…
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