He looked at her, a playful smile on his lips.
âMaggie, are you inviting me?â
Speechless, Maggie quickly refuted, âI didnât!â
âReally?â he questioned, his gaze dropping to her chest.
Maggie instinctively looked down.
At that moment, she realized she was barely covered.
Her skin glowed under the soft fabric, drawing his eyes.
Flustered, she pulled the blanket up and asked, âWhere are my clothes?â
âThey were torn to pieces,â he responded, his casual indifference filling the room with a heavy silence.
He was rough as ever.
Holding a silk nightgown, he offered, âDo you need help putting this on?â
âNo!â Maggie responded sharply, her expression guarded.
Ignoring Maggieâs refusal, Sanford pulled her close with a mischievous grin and helped her into the nightgown.
âWhen a woman says no, she means yes! I remember that clearly,â he declared.
Maggie rolled her eyes at his bizarre sayings.
She tidied her hair and took the underwear he had laid out, her cheeks coloring as she dressed.
Sanford watched her with a playful look.
He was about to say something when a rumbling from Maggieâs stomach interrupted him.
She looked down, embarrassed.
Seeing her discomfort, Sanford chose not to tease her further.
âThe foodâs here.
Letâs eat first,â he suggested.
âOkay,â Maggie agreed, then cautiously rose from the bed.
Unexpectedly, her legs gave way, causing her to stumble forward with a cry.
âCareful!â Sanford exclaimed, quickly catching her in his arms.
Maggieâs eyes widened in alarm, darting about nervously.
Sanford lightly teased, âFeeling that weak?â