With mouth still full of canapés, Sarah greeted the first son back. "Owh--ih yuh, offah."
Mason's furrowed brows grew deeper as he looked at Sarah disapprovingly. First, the way she spoke with food still in her mouth, made him wince and stop in his tracks before any stray crumb landed on his suit.
Second, the way Sarah bared her skin for all to see.
He glanced sharply at the bodyguard behind her, the one who had seen the rest of it, which was not concealed by the dress. He didn't care much at first, since he could just get rid of the man easily once the time came. But something he had heard from the aunt lately had made him worried. And pissed.
Seeing this dog, which was supposed of a lowly birth, getting dolled up in a brand new suit and had the girls and women glancing his way was infuriating. Even more so seeing Sarah kept her hands around the dog's arm most of the time.
