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He ran his fingers through his eyebrows and offered a resigned grin, saying, “Alright, I’ll take a break.

”

Brian drove Rosalynn to the construction site.

Upon conversing with the foreman, Brian instructed Rosalynn, “Stay put.

I’ll be stepping out and will return to take you to lunch.

”

His tone was reminiscent of an admonition to a toddler.

Rosalynn was tickled by his phrasing.

Was he entering a clingy phase?

She reassured him, “I’ll be fine.

Don’t mind me.

”

Brian quirked an eyebrow and enveloped her in an embrace.

As he swept her hair back from her face, he declared, “You’re my treasure.

My concern is reserved solely for you.

”

He gazed at Rosalynn with fondness.

Laughter echoed from nearby.

The crew found humor in the scene.

Feeling a bit awkward, Rosalynn gently extricated herself from his hold.

“You should head off now.

”

With a grin, Brian conceded, “Fine.

”

Watching his departure eased Rosalynn’s mind.

His clinginess could be overwhelming at times.

“Mrs.

Hughes, you two are such a loving couple,” the foreman remarked with a chuckle.

“Just Rosalynn, please,” she replied, grinning in return.

Flatter felt foreign to her.

She was more at ease in her role as an intern.

In the detention facility, Darrion was held for a DUI.

Brian went to confront him in the holding area.

The man’s appearance was gaunt, the result of battling stomach cancer.

His eyes, hollowed and bleak, betrayed his illness.

Bewildered, he questioned Brian’s identity.

“Who are you?”