“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!”

forgo a return to their hotel at noon, opting instead for a quick outdoor

found herself weary,

Tyrone attempting to carry her on his back, yet it

to their hotel, Sabrina reclined on the sofa,

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

thoughtfully arranged a takeout meal for

some strength and asked Bettie, “How was your

head and

unhappy,” Sabrina

I’m fine.” Bettie swiftly

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