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

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

They both had mysophobia.

to demonstrate his willingness to undertake

furrowing before he stooped to

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

composure, Brian replied,

between yourself and

“Static electricity.”

at a loss

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