Faux Vows, True Desires

Cecilia breezed up to him, her smile as bright as the summer sun. "Since you'd do anything for me, let's go," she said with a playful twinkle in her eye.

Owen, slightly befuddled by her rapid change of pace, followed nonetheless, asking as they walked, "Where are we headed?"

"Just follow me, that's all you need to know."

With a nod, Owen obediently followed Cecilia out of the shop.

Stepping outside, they saw Lucinda and her husband Stefan, hand in hand, returning from the market, Stefan laden with grocery bags filled with the makings of a classic Sunday roast.

Owen couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the sight of the affectionate couple.

He had held Cecilia's hand, wrapped his arms around her, and yes, even stolen a secret kiss-a detail Cecilia was blissfully unaware of.

But ever since the divorce, as he pursued Cecilia with genuine intent, his touches had become rare, a testament of his respect for her boundaries.

"Hey Lucy," Cecilia called out, pausing as their friends approached. "Could you mind the shop for a bit?"

"Sure thing," Lucinda replied, not questioning Cecilia's plans with Owen-it was her usual weekend duty to run the shop.

Cecilia wheeled over her electric scooter, a modest vehicle compared to the luxury car Owen had offered her, which she'd steadfastly refused to accept. To truly love someone, Owen had learned, meant considering their feelings in every action, respecting their choices, never pressuring them into anything they disliked.

Mounting the scooter, Cecilia looked back at Owen. "Hop on."

can drive,"

or I'll leave without you if you keep fussing." Hearing this, Owen quickly settled behind her, turning to

"Look at Owen, showing off in front of me. He's got a long way to go before he can match me." The

wouldn't normally fancy a ride," Stefan

roast out here," he said, leading

check if he's

for her phone. Keith didn't

driving,"

the shop. I'll head back

property's profile. The idea was simple: if Lucinda Anderson chose to live there, the place must be top-notch, and others would clamor to rent nearby, even at a premium, just to be in the same building as Mrs. Anderson. Despite the landlord's reluctance to see her go, Lucinda continued to pay her rent

agreed, making another attempt to reach Keith, who remained

thoughts. "Even if he's driving, he'd usually pick up. Could something have happened?" In Pinehurst, even the most daring wouldn't risk a direct attack, but without his

mounting, Lucinda dialed Keith several more times

to Lucinda, Keith was indeed facing danger. He had been strolling aimlessly through Pinehurst, simply following his whims, when

perhaps learning from their previous costly failure, and instead, several masked assailants dressed in black, their eyes the only feature visible, had cornered Keith, forcing him out of his car

made her calls, Keith was too

to combat. His adversaries seemed to know this and had

to feel the pressure when suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle echoed in the distance. The sound of someone tearing up the road was unmistakable, a thrill that Keith himself

a woman based on her silhouette. She dismounted with grace and flung her helmet at one of the attackers, hitting him

assailant charged.