Six years had gone by; Lena insisted her feelings for him had not changed. She was still in love with him. Ross still felt the same; he still looked at her like a little sister.
“I’ll think about it,” Ross finally said. Blake’s face split into a wide grin.
“I said I’ll think about it,” Ross replied. “I didn’t say I was going.”
“Well, that’s better than a flat out no,” Blake added.
“When is Mr. Spaulding’s party?”
“It’s this Saturday.” Blake frowned. “You didn’t even open the invitation?”
“Nope,” Ross replied. “Why should I, when I have you?”
* * *
“Morning, Mr. Kincaid,” Chuck Weathersby, the cook, greeted Ross the next morning as he took a seat at the dining room table. His father, Franklin Sr., and his brothers, Blake and Junior, were already eating breakfast.
“You’re late,” Fra
