Chapter 864

My arm stung from Fanny's pinch-her silent warning to shut me up.

Honestly, I was a bit embarrassed too. This was one of those things best left unspoken, something Fanny and I could joke about in private but not blurt out like that, especially not when it involved family, even if the ties weren't bound by blood.

Grant finally caught on, "Wait, what did you say?"

Ernest cleared his throat, "He said you better get the grill going. The ladies are hungry."

Grant's social radar was clearly malfunctioning. Surely he was playing dumb on purpose, right?

Sinclair, the one at the center of it all, finally spoke up. "Stay away from my Fanny."

He had that calm, protective parent vibe, his face as unreadable as ever. It was hard not to feel guilty for ever doubting his intentions with Fanny.

But his attachment to her was anything but simple. This man wore his heart on his sleeve, and even when pointed out, he wasn't fazed.

You could see how fiercely protective he was, and he wasn't going to back down.

over at Fanny. She rolled her eyes and tugged me down

breeze tousled our hair, warm and

Sinclair really likes you, and he

talking," Fanny, ever the

Sinclair

idea, or just unable to

back, propping myself up on my elbows, gazing at the azure sky, choosing

figure out on your own; others pointing it out won't make it sink

I couldn't resist diving

Why do I need one to be alive?" Fanny quipped,

the sea breeze. "Sure, but isn't life too short not to

the sunlight, watching it play through her fingers, her voice nonchalant. "Who

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an age limit, you

at twenty is different from one at

just two

old folks like Ethel having a ball in their golden years? Way more affectionate than

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