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.

whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim

dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always

They both had mysophobia.

Brian to demonstrate his

a wary glance at Rosalynn, his brow furrowing before he stooped to collect the sealed

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

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

between yourself and the bag?” Rosalynn

“Static electricity.”

herself at

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