But Lyndon was.

Exhausted by their overt displays of affection.

“Rosa, really, you mustn’t. I’ll call my assistant if there’s a need.

You go on with your day,” Lyndon insisted, compelling Rosalynn to relent.

“Then I’ll bring you the congee I cook tomorrow morning,” she offered.

“Alright,” Lyndon conceded quietly.

Cradling Rosalynn, Brian acknowledged Lyndon with a nod, signaling his triumph, and departed.

now shut, tightened his lips and

hoped Brian could always be

Angela’s Library

Lyndon was prepared to step

from Brian’s grasp, and he released

shot Brian a

behind at his

“Did you pluck my hair

grew stern at the

some of Kyson’s hair as well

the Moreno lineage,

would verify their familial

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