Brian leaned in slightly, taking the glass from her hand. “This is my drink.”

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

Had she taken his glass?

She had placed her own drink there just a moment ago.

“If the kiss left you wanting more, you could’ve just told me. No need for an indirect smooch.”

Brian wore a smile as he took the glass she had just used and pressed his thin lips to its rim, draining the wine from his own glass.

Rosalynn’s heart raced uncontrollably.

Her cheeks reddened.

be

message appeared

pulled it out, looked at the screen, and

was a message

informed him that she had arrived on the

the text, she

by her ear, attempting to conceal

a glimpse of the message on his phone,

saw the photo Eleanor

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