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.

guard, Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t

alien to them. Their

They both had mysophobia.

a calculated move, a test for Brian to demonstrate his willingness to undertake even the most

at Rosalynn, his brow furrowing before he stooped to collect the

bag at an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain her laughter. “The bag isn‘t

composure, Brian replied, “Of course, you’re

yourself and the bag?” Rosalynn prodded,

“Static electricity.”

herself at a

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