“Indeed, I did! I went downstairs to deliver breakfast to Rosalynn and found her emerging from Brian's residence," Maggie confessed, making her way to the closet to retrieve her clothes. A thought seemed to strike her, and she mumbled, "It's peculiar, though. Why does he live across from Rosalynn's place?"

Sanford swung his legs over the side of the bed, padding over to her.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close.

“Probably because he's envious of me, getting to live with you every day. So, he bought the apartment opposite to Rosalynn's. Gives him a reason to visit her daily.”

He planted a soft kiss on her neck. Maggie squirmed, a giggle escaping her lips.