Rosalynn noticed a fleeting sadness in his eyes.
She surmised he might be reminiscing about his late girlfriend.
They had probably explored every nook and cranny of the city together.
She felt a pang of sympathy.
Had Rosanna been alive, they would surely have been a happy couple.
At that moment, her phone interrupted her thoughts.
It was Brian.
âHello,â she answered.
âWhere are you?â
âOutside.
â
âMeet for lunch?â
Was Brian suggesting Lunch together?
After pondering briefly, Rosalynn declined, âNo, I have other commitments today.
â
She craved a day of ease and preferred not to encounter him.
Being in his presence often stirred up unpleasant memories.
Then, abruptly, Lyndonâs phone rang.
He equipped a Bluetooth earpiece and took the call.
His deep, resonant voice filled the car.
Feeling Brianâs pause, Rosalynn inquired, âAnything else? I gotta go.
â
Brianâs voice turned icy.
âWhoâs with you?â
Rosalynn realized he must have overheard Lyndon.
âMy whereabouts arenât your concern.
â
âIs it Lyndon Fernandez?â
His tone grew even more frigid.
Without evasion, Rosalynn affirmed, âYes.
â
âRosalynn, follow my warning about the risk of bacterial infection.
â