“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

Brian not been her spouse, she might have fancied pairing them

would dominate in such

her musing expression, Brian was momentarily at

enveloped her in his embrace,

on your

E L A ‘s L I

“Nothing.”

thoughts on

tone, Brian drew

sought to disengage his hand from her

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