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.

drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go

was alien to them. Their meals had always

They both had mysophobia.

calculated move, a test for Brian to demonstrate his willingness

brow furrowing before

from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t

his composure, Brian replied,

why maintain such a gap between yourself and the bag?”

“Static electricity.”

herself at a

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