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.

“Brian, shouldn’t

waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and cleared without a second

They both had mysophobia.

a test for Brian to demonstrate

Rosalynn, his brow furrowing before he

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

composure, Brian replied,

yourself and

“Static electricity.”

at a loss for

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