"Cough, cough, cough—Alfred isn't what you think!" Mary Scott turned her head and saw her younger brother with his mouth wide open, a stunned expression on his face. She hurriedly began explaining.
Alfred waved his hand quickly, "No... no big deal. You've liked your brother-in-law for so long, a little enthusiasm is understandable."
What?
Mary's face turned beet red upon hearing her brother's statement. The man beside her was blatantly pinning her down—what part of this looked like enthusiasm? And what's this nonsense about her liking her brother-in-law for so long? Did she have no dignity?
"Shut up!" Mary yelled at her brother, attempting to get up, only to realize her legs—tense from panic—were clasping tightly around David Locke's waist. The position made her look as though she were clinging to him.
It was... so awkward.
