He might just be feigning interest, though.

After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.

Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.

Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command. “Take out the trash.”

Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.

“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage,” Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.

Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go and toss

noble families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served

They both had mysophobia.

to demonstrate his willingness

brow furrowing before he stooped to collect the sealed trash

the bag at an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain

Brian replied, “Of

between yourself

“Static electricity.”

herself at a loss

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