"Are you absolutely sure you don't want it?" Addison gave him a piercing glance. "I'm certain." "Really sure ... ?" "Definitely!" "Alright then ... " Lance sighed, shaking his head before finishing off his drink. "Life's too short to stress out, better to savor fine wine and stunning scenes." "What stunning scenes? This view is horrifying," Addison retorted as she glanced at Lance and then toward the crashing ocean waves against the cliffs in the distance, her tone exasperated. Only Lance could find beauty in such a steep, dangerous cliffside. Anyone else would be terrified. "How can you not see the beauty here?" Lance suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing as he looked at her. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath, seeing their reflections in one another's eyes. Addison's heart missed a beat. "Y-y-you ... " "The true beauty in my eyes right now is the reflection of a lovely woman," Lance said with a smile. It took Addison a moment to understand what he meant by "stunning scenes." "You're such a flirt!" "How does appreciating beauty make me a flirt? Everyone wants to admire beauty." "I don't care; you're still a flirt!" After her words, silence settled between them. After a moment, curiosity got the better of Addison. She glanced up at him to find Lance still watching her. His eyes were clear and smiling, his face softened by alcohol, giving him an unexpectedly gentle look. At that moment, he looked strikingly like Harvey. Whenever Lance relaxed his usual stern demeanor, his resemblance to Harvey was uncanny. But in their three years of marriage, she had seldom seen this softer side of Lance. It was only after leaving the Johnston Residence that she saw glimpses of this serene, gentle version. Staring at that familiar face, Addison quickly looked away before she got more lost in her thoughts. She couldn't afford to look too long. Looking made her heart waver. To steady herself, Addison moved her chair back a bit, focusing her gaze on the table, deliberately avoiding his eyes. As she occupied herself with a napkin on the table, Lance's voice cut through her thoughts. "Did you ... know I have a brother?" Addison's hand froze. One moment she was lost in thoughts of Harvey, and the next, Lance brought him up, making her feel surprisingly vulnerable. She sat there, stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. "What?"This was the first time she had heard Lance mention Harvey. She didn't know how to respond. "I have a brother." This time, his tone was unmistakable. After saying this, he poured himself another drink and drained it like someone trying to forget their troubles. "Do you know Harvey?" Addison blinked. How should she react? Should she say yes or no? She wanted to say no but suddenly remembered hearing Marilyn talk about Harvey ... "I do," she replied slowly. But Lance's eyes narrowed, his tone turning sharp as he searched her face. "You know? "You really know?" Lance's gaze was steady and clear, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that didn't match his level of drunkenness.