The Coveted Fruit

Hiram sighed inwardly, clutching the cold orange. 'Miss Sinclair may be Mrs. Sinclair's daughter, but I can't treat them the same. I need to be on my toes around Mrs. Sinclair and can't afford any distractions.

'But with Miss Sinclair, I only need to be upfront and sincere about my intentions—she's remarkably easy to persuade,' thought Hiram, who, having achieved his goal, stepped aside with a smi