Maggie shook her head.
âNah.
â
She hesitated, noticing Sanford squinting at her disapprovingly, so she hurriedly added, âI havenât won you over yet, so weâre not there yet.
â
Sanfordâs face lit up at this remark.
He leaned back with one hand casually resting on Maggieâs chair, and gestured towards a glass of water nearby.
âI could do with some water.
â
Taking the hint, Maggie refilled his glass.
Sanford glanced at her, adding, âI just drove here so my hands are a bit cramped.
â
Maggie was at a loss for words.
Was he seriously expecting her to feed him too? Wasnât that excuse a bit weak?
Struggling to stifle a giggle, Maggie handed him the glass, saying, âHere you go.
â
Sanford stayed put, his gaze fixed on her lips.
Maggie blinked.
âArenât you thirsty?â
Sanford remarked, âIs this how you serve water?â
How else did he expect her to do it?
Maggie felt a jolt as she met his intense stare.
Could it be he wanted her to do some mouth-to-mouth water service?
Brian couldnât Stanfordâs words anymore.
He tapped his fingers on the table.
âSanford, please, tone it down.
My wifeâs expecting and doesnât need this intensity.
â
Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, unfazed.
She remarked casually, âNo worries.
Carry on.
I can handle it.
â
Maggie flushed crimson.
Placing the glass down firmly, she uttered, âYou can drink it yourself.
â
Losing such a good chance, Sanford shot Brian a glance and muttered, âYouâre just envious, Brian.
â
Maggie was delicately courting him while Brian had to tend to his wife.
Brian must be envious of him for this reason.
Brian caught the implication, his expression chilling.
âSeems youâre ready to call it quits on our friendship.
â
Sanford pursed his lips, opting for silence.