“You got lunch?” Malorie asked, her eyes wide and speculating.
“Oh no, that was from Betty,” he promised, offering her the other half of his sandwich until she took it. “I like to see you eat.” He happens to chuckle at her lifted eyebrow. “Call it a primal thing, even if I didn’t purchase it myself.”
“You really are something Mr. Saunders,” she replied after finishing her bite.
“I hope that means I’m worth keeping,” he murmured just outside of his father’s door.
“It does,” she replies and takes his hand again.
The two of them walk in as if they own the place, because now he ultimately feels like the king of his own life.
“Oh, look who decided to show up,” his father chastised the pair and it had gone ignored as if they had rehearsed it.
Malorie made her way back to her seat, si
