“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!”

at noon, opting instead for a quick outdoor meal before dashing off to their next filming

of trekking, Sabrina found herself weary, her feet

saw Tyrone attempting to carry her on his back, yet it offered little

to their hotel, Sabrina reclined on the sofa, reluctant

to the hotel after her own lunchtime sojourn. Following a

arranged a

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

her head

unhappy,” Sabrina observed

be? I’m fine.”

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