“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!

her gaze between them and couldn’t suppress

shared a

been her spouse, she might have fancied pairing

pondered who would dominate in such a

musing expression, Brian was momentarily at a

embrace,

on

G E L A ‘s L

“Nothing.”

your thoughts

playful tone, Brian drew

She sought to disengage

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