“I do.” Nate leaned forward as I eased out of the parking lot. The Elite formed in a small crowd outside the door, but I didn’t think they would do anything against Sam while we were gone. Heather was there. It was Sam’s parents’ wedding and Mark was her stepbrother now. Logan saw the group, too, and met my gaze. We were thinking the same thing. I murmured, “She’ll be fine. Mark will step in if he has to.” “He better.” Nate was talking, but he stopped and looked between us. “What?” “Nothing. Can you start over? I wasn’t listening,” I said.
