“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!

flicked her gaze between them

pair shared

been her spouse, she might

dominate

her musing expression, Brian was momentarily at a loss

enveloped her in his embrace,

what’s on

A ‘s

“Nothing.”

Were your thoughts

playful tone, Brian drew her

sought to

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