The elevator was cramped, and seeing that Maggie had nowhere to stand, Sanford extended his hand to draw her close to him. He turned his back to the movers to shield her.

Maggie could detect the pleasant scent of his cologne.

All she could see was Sanford's chest, which was wrapped in a white shirt.

With his hand braced against the elevator wall, it was as if he was cradling her in his arms.

Maggie's heart inexplicably raced.