Brian glanced over at her, his eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

“Was that Maggie?"

“What's wrong?" Brian asked.

“She was afraid that you might be manhandling me, so she called to check in." Rosalynn could not help the wide grin that split her face as she recalled Maggie's words.

Manhandling? Did they mean domestic violence?

His eyebrows shot up in realization.

“Do I come off as that brutal?"

"Reflect on it. Aren't you?" Rosalynn teased.

Her body still bore some souvenir bruises, although they were from a different kind of manhandling.

Brian caught her drift and Laughed.

"Do you need photographic evidence that you're not the only victim? We're in the same boat!"

Rosalynn's eyes twinkled, and her smile broadened. A blush tinted her cheeks as she recalled last night's escapade. While in the throes of ecstasy, she had clung to him, even nipping him a few times.

She had, admittedly, gotten a bit carried away.

Brian's phone buzzed as she was about to respond, interrupting their banter.

His eyes sparkled with interest as he glanced at the caller ID.

It was a call from Sanford.

Had he called to ask about the supposed domestic violence, just like Maggie?

Brian answered the call, his tone casual.

"What's up?"

“Just checking in. You up?"

“I've been up for a while. Just having breakfast with my wife." Brian's gaze remained on Rosalynn as he spoke.

Sanford chuckled, his voice carrying a sense of relief.