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 the

families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and cleared without a second

They both had mysophobia.

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

his brow furrowing before he stooped to collect the

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

composure, Brian replied, “Of

such a gap between yourself

“Static electricity.”

found herself at a loss

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