Page 24 of Surprisingly Us

“Lettie, this is Wanda, one of my drivers. Wanda, this is Colette Davenport.”

“How do you do, Miss Davenport?” Wanda asks.

“I’m great. Just great.” I clear my throat, trying to rid my voice of the high-pitched tone it has taken on since I strapped myself to Rhys. “Thank you for the ride.”

“You’re most welcome.”

“Wanda’s my favorite driver in the city.”

Wanda laughs. “I’ve seen a lot.”

My lips twitch. “I’m sure you have.”

I reach for my clutch, which Rhys had brought to the car when he walked Maggie out, and pull out some lip balm.

“Stop moving so much.”

“Maybe you should have sat up front,” I argue.

“Maybe you should watch where your a—”

“We’re here!” I call, hitting the button on our seatbelt before reaching for the door handle.

Wanda helps us get Maggie out of the car, then Rhys lifts her upper body while I carry her legs.

Thankfully Maggie’s purse has the keycard we need to access her building and her apartment. Inside her apartment, we shuffle down the hallway, then take a sharp turn into her bedroom.

“Watch her—"

Rhys knocks Maggie’s head into the door.

“Head,” I finish, too late.

“I’m doing my best.” He groans. “She’s not a small woman.”

“Maybe you need to increase your weight training.”

“I’m fucking ripped under this suit; I’ll have you know.”

“I don’t care what it looks like. Let’s see it in action.”

“You got the easy part.”

“Yeah, because I’m half your size.”

By the time we get Maggie onto her bed, we’re both sweating.

“Can we just leave her like this?” I ask.

Rhys motions to Maggie’s sequin dress. “I’m not undressing her, are you?”

Maggie rolls over, a sigh escaping from her lips right before she murmurs something about blue cheese olives.

“Nope. I think she’s good.”

We leave her purse on her nightstand, then quietly exit her apartment.

I don’t want to bother Hannah tonight so I text Katherine, Hannah’s mom, to let her know that we helped Maggie get home.

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