Too Hard to Forget (Romancing the Clarksons, #3)

by Tessa Bailey

But she skidded to a stop on the carpet when she found Belmont and Sage moments from a kiss. Oh yeah, if she’d lingered near the elevators a minute longer, she would have walked in on a much different scene, because Belmont looked prepared to devour their darling Sage. And while they weren’t touching, Sage was clearly prepared to allow said devouring, if her shuddering breaths were any indication. Belmont didn’t even glance toward the door when Peggy barged in, merely continuing in his attempts to draw Sage’s essence from her body with the force of his will. Or that’s how it looked anyway. Whoa. Just whoa. Sage snapped out of her trance, bounding backward so fast, she disrupted everything sitting on their shared nightstand, mumbling apologies to no one in particular. “She doesn’t feel well,” Belmont shouted, still not looking at Peggy. Peggy set down her purse on the closest bed and approached the situation with the caution of a hostage negotiator. “Okay, big guy.” She ran a quick look over her friend and deduced that, no, she didn’t look as healthful as usual. Her usual glow was subdued, her skin slightly ashen. It occurred to her that Belmont had been planning to heal Sage with a kiss, which was a little too heartbreaking to explore just yet. Maybe ever.