“Maggie, Rosalynn called out, her voice echoing in the still morning air.

Whirling around, Maggie registered surprise at her appearance.

“Rosalynn? Why are you emerging from the opposite side? Still in your Pjs?"

A blush crept up Rosalynn's cheeks at her friend's insinuation.

"Well..."

"Good morning," Brian greeted, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air.

Maggie's eyes widened.

“Mr. Hughes? Why are you here?

The revelation that Brian lived across from Rosalynn's apartment stirred up a whirlpool of questions in Maggie's mind.

Had Rosalynn spent the night at his place?

“Maggie, it's not what you're thinking,” Rosalynn hurriedly tried to explain, her hand instinctively going up to her forehead.

Brian, leaning against the doorframe, silenced her with a finger to his lips.

"Remember to keep it hush-hush. She's a bit shy."

Maggie blinked, before nodding in understanding.

"Yes, Mr. Hughes.”

Her mind raced.

So, Rosalynn was with Brian now?

“What nonsense!" Rosalynn protested, shooting Brian a fierce look.

‘Quit making things up."

Brian only arched an eyebrow, his face the picture of innocence.

“Rosalynn, don't be so hostile. I've got this from a renowned restaurant in the western suburbs. I‘11 head upstairs to change. I'11 join you for breakfast later." Maggie gave the breakfast to Rosalynn.

The implication was clear. Brian had taken a shine to Rosalynn.