Holly Winslow took a sip of the warm water. The sweet taste of honey filled her mouth. It was a light sweetness, just how she liked it.
She smacked her lips a few times, her pretty eyes curving into crescents. "Moira, where did you get the honey?" She passed the pink water bottle to him, motioning for him to drink too.
"Mr. Webb gave it to me." Mortimer Quincy took the bottle and drank a few mouthfuls straight from it, his movements practiced and natural.
'They don't act like cousins at all,' Paul Powell thought, sensing something was off even without knowing the truth. 'More like a couple who's been married for years.'
Of course, he didn't dare say this out loud.
He was afraid people would say he was sick in the head or had a dirty mind.
'After all, shipping a pair of cousins as a couple... I must be the only one with a mind this filthy.'
He gave an unnatural cough and walked away with his spicy gluten strips. "Chase Hawkins, want some?"
