“I think you are just jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“You are!”

Bettie found herself momentarily struck silent. Placing her glass gently upon the table, she conceded, “Fine, I’ll refrain from drinking. Satisfied now?”

Arching an eyebrow, Lance couldn’t suppress a fleeting smile. Catching Bettie’s gaze, he swiftly composed himself and sighed. “Well, I had hoped you still harbored some affection for me.”

“Interesting!”

Sabrina and her companions chose to forgo a return to their hotel at noon, opting

Sabrina found

Tyrone attempting to carry her on his back,

Sabrina reclined on the sofa, reluctant

to the hotel after her own lunchtime sojourn. Following a restful interlude, she meandered through the

Sabrina’s and Aylin’s evident exhaustion, Bettie thoughtfully arranged a takeout meal

mustered some strength and asked Bettie, “How was your Lunch with Lance today? Did he

her head

unhappy,” Sabrina observed

be? I’m fine.” Bettie swiftly

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