Sanford said with his smooth, magnetic voice.
Maggie snapped back to reality, trying to calm her racing heart.
âThank you.
â
Sanfordâs eyes twinkled with a hint of teasing.
âSo, is this your idea of a fresh start?â
Maggie offered a sheepish smile.
âSort of.
â
Though she wasnât yet the formidable woman she aspired to be, she was no longer the pitiable soul everyone could trample on.
âNow that youâve grown stronger, donât you plan to do something with it?â Sanfordâs question was abrupt, almost challenging.
Maggie stared at him, taken aback.
âWhat are you getting at?â
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âWhatâs the purpose of your newfound strength?â he pressed.
âTo not be underestimated,â she replied, blinking.
âAnything else?â
What else was there? Maggie fell silent, lost in thought.
Sanfordâs gaze intensified and he shot her a glance.
She had left so suddenly, claiming she needed to become stronger, but now she was unclear about her goals?
A surge of irritation bubbled up in him.
Just as he was on the verge of delivering a sharp retort, her soft soothing voice broke through his train of thought.
âAnd also, to stand by your side.
As equals.
â
Sanford felt like a balloon, swelling with emotion one moment and then deflating the next.
As his irritation dissipated, Maggieâs soft voice cut through once more.
âBut youâre getting marriedâ¦â
Her gaze dropped, a clear sign of her disappointment.
Sanford couldnât help but let a smirk tug at his Lips.
âDidnât you once say Millie wasnât right for me?â he asked, a hint of teasing lacing his words.
Maggie shot him a quick glance.
âAbsolutely not.
You and Millie? Itâs like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole.
â
âThen who, in your expert opinion, is the right fit for me?â