“My hands are fine.”

Brian’s frosty demeanor thawed marginally as he observed Lyndon eating unaided.

Yet, his gaze lingered on Lyndon, vigilant against any sign he might seek Rosalynn’s aid.

Lyndon sampled the congee and remarked leisurely, “Mr. Hughes, I’ve declared my orientation. Your looks of affection are unwarranted.”

Dumbfounded, Brian couldn’t muster a reply.

He was not gazing with affection!

Lyndon certainly thought too highly of himself!

on their exchange, flicked her gaze between

pair shared a curious

been her spouse, she might have fancied pairing them

who would dominate in

Brian was momentarily at

his embrace, his fingers

what’s on

‘s L I

“Nothing.”

Were your thoughts on me,

a playful tone,

withheld. She sought to disengage his hand

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