Law pushed to his feet.
“Surprised the hell out of me when I got your call.”
“Voss tends to get our attention,” Mac replied. “How the hell have you been?”
Mac’s mouth tipped slightly as he closed the distance. Their hands met in a firm, unyielding grip—tight, familiar, nothing wasted.
“Can’t complain,” Law said, turning without hesitation, offering the same to Noah. Noah’s grip was just as solid, quieter somehow, his gaze already moving past the exchange.
“This is Sage,” Law said, stepping back just enough to bring him into it. “My partner.”
Sage’s gaze caught on Law as he offered his hand to the two men.
He knew exactly what that meant.
Law had just made them official.
The following morning…
The penthouse was already awake.
Light cut through the glass walls in long, bright lines, stretching across the floor and over bodies that had settled into motion without ever really being still.
Voices layered low over each other. Cabinet doors opened and shut. Coffee poured somewhere behind him, the smell of it mixing with grease and toast—something just shy of burned.
Law sat at the table, mug warm in his hand, chair solid beneath him. Coffee had gone a little bitter, but he didn’t set it down.
The air stayed cool, like everything else in the room.
Not chaos.
Movement.
Boston was already talking—half a sentence ahead of everyone else, hands moving with it. Rip had taken up space on the couch, big enough that he didn’t need to move to be noticed. Black stood off to the side, still, attention selective. Syx shifted near the counter, a restless edge. Memphis leaned back, watching everything and nothing.
The room ran warmer than it should have with this many bodies in it.
Micah perched on the edge of the couch.
Sage sat at the table, coffee in hand.
Two nights now.
Boston said something sharp—fast, meant to land. Rip didn’t react at first.
Then he moved.
One arm hooked out, easy as breathing, dragging Boston sideways off the couch.
Cushions shifted. A body hit the carpet. Air moved with it—brief, sharp, then gone.
“Ah!” Boston yelped and laughed before twisting to break free.
“Don’t—nope—don’t drag me into—”
Micah didn’t get to finish it.
Boston caught him on the way down, pulling him in. Rip rolled, flipped them both like it was nothing, three bodies tangling across the floor in practiced motion.
