Hull suddenly grabbed her hand, catching Susanna completely off guard. "Whoa —what are you doing?" she blurted, startled.

For some reason, watching him hold her hand, she felt like he was almost squeezing it a little too tightly.

Hull gently rubbed her rough palm between his own. "You've gotten tanned. And your hands are all calloused."

Susanna stared at him, speechless.

Tanned? Rough?

Those were basically the worst insults you could throw at a girl. "You... you "

"If you keep training like this, your hands are going to be a mess.”

Susanna's face fell apart. Inside, she was screaming: A mess? Last night he couldn't keep his hands off me, and now he wants to talk about my hands?

Hull looked at her, deadpan. "Are you cursing me out in your head?"

Susanna replied quickly, "No, of course not."

She totally was. Hmph.

Before she could say anything else, the food started arriving.

There was fish chowder, creamy chicken casserole, seaweed salad, papaya yogurt, banana milkshake, and-wait-another papaya dish, and another...

Susanna twitched an eyebrow.

over at Hull, barely able to hide her confusion. "Hull, do

whole table was covered

it's all for you. Big bro says you're

his water. Seriously? After all the times he'd tried to explain things to

Susanna's face went scarlet.

deadly look. Just one glance, and he could see the

now he was going around

the whole crew in on it?

moment late, but

the plate, huffed loudly, and stormed out

just sat there, stunned at how

Barnaby

skipped a beat. "Big bro, did I... did I

voice was shaky, obviously

did Barnaby seriously not

runs ahead of his brain-

Barnaby? He never

stood up, shot Barnaby another icy look. "You didn't

Barnaby: "???"

was already out the door, clearly

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