"Didn't you once say Millie wasn't right for me?" he asked, a hint of teasing lacing his words.

Maggie shot him a quick glance. "Absolutely not. You and Millie? It's like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole."

"Then who, in your expert opinion, is the right fit for me?"

The same question again. Maggie felt the weight of his gaze, her fingers curling nervously as she searched for the right words.

She sensed exactly what he was hinting at.

She wanted to tell him, to confess that she believed she was the one who belonged by his side. But she had her insecurities.

And they only reminded her of the gaping chasm between them, a gap she feared she couldn't bridge.

“Why the sudden quiet? I thought you were never short on opinions. Didn't you once say Millie would just have to accept being dumped if you are willing to get back with me?"

Sanford teased her, seeing her mute.

Maggie's cheeks flushed red, a stray lock of hair falling across her face as she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

He had heard everything!

“Um..." she stammered, struggling to find her voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions raging inside her.

"Maggie," Sanford interrupted, his voice softening as he met her eyes, “your sudden departure has hurt me. But here I am, offering you a chance to make things right," he added before she could respond to the previous question.

"What?" she gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared up at him.

Sanford's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. "Since you're so convinced Millie isn't right for me, why don't you take it upon yourself to find me a suitable wife?"

Maggie's jaw dropped, her mind struggling to process his words. “You want me to play matchmaker?"

Sanford's gaze softened, a hint of sincerity creeping into his expression. "Not willing to be my matchmaker? Maybe you should be my suitor."

Maggie felt her heart lurch in her chest. What was he trying to say?

His suitor?

"Sanford. . she began, before him cut her off."