Josefina's hand lingered on Oliver's groin, creating an awkward tableau. With a gentle but firm grip, Oliver enveloped Josefina's petite hand within his own and didn't let go. Brandon, sitting next to Oliver, caught the unexpected hand-holding.

Boy, was he thrilled!

Lifting his glass, he toasted, "To Garrett and Hattie, cheers to you both!"

Garrett and Hattie were caught off guard, promptly standing and raising their glasses in response. Garrett chimed in, "Mr. Brandon, allow Josie and me to return the honor." Hattie added, "Mr. Brandon, a toast to you."

Josefina tried to pull free from Oliver's grasp to stand and join the toast, "Brandon, I raise my glass to you as well."

The patriarch chuckled, "No need, Josie. Ladies shouldn't be drinking. Just sit back down. I simply wanted to share a drink with your folks."

drinks, Josefina glared at Oliver and whispered,

leaned in, his voice a low murmur by her ear, "You started this fire. What

a silver needle, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "How

taken aback. You don't

little chili, was exactly the kind of spice Oliver couldn't resist. Holding her hand,

wouldn't he release her hand? As Josefina's needle inched closer, Oliver

stood and excused herself, "I need to take a call outside." She needed a breath

leave, passing by a private room, a heated argument spilled out. "Let go of me!

yell all you want. No one's gonna

should consider yourself lucky that

a curse! Keep your 'luck'

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