“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!”

return to their hotel at noon, opting instead for a quick outdoor meal before dashing off

found herself weary, her feet throbbing with

saw Tyrone attempting to carry her on his back,

to their hotel, Sabrina reclined on the sofa, reluctant to budge from her

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

arranged a takeout meal for

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

shook her head and responded,

you seem unhappy,”

that be? I’m

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