Lucy's coughing fit finally subsided as she accepted the water from Cillian. She downed it in one swift gulp. She then shot him a mock accusing glare. "This is all your fault. I wouldn't have choked if I hadn't been talking to you!"

Looking at her playful stare, Cillian could not help but feel a tad sheepish. He averted his eyes.

The rest of the dinner passed in peaceful silence, with both of them finishing their meal without further incident.

After dinner, Lucy rose to clear the dishes, but Cillian stopped her. "Leave the dishes to me. You head upstairs, relax a bit, and maybe take a nap-whatever you like."

Lucy touched her cheek, feeling a bit guilty. "I can't let you cook and clean. I'll be totally spoiled at this rate."

With a resigned shake of his head, Cillian insisted, "You shouldn't be dealing with water and soap. That'll roughen your hands, and not even the best hand cream will be able to fix that." Lucy always marveled at how thoughtful Cillian was. He was the epitome of a caring guy.

pant leg. Glancing down, she discovered a charming munchkin kitten with its stubby legs. After its little tug, the kitten sprawled

precarious perch for the adventurous kitten that had clambered onto her shoes. Unable to reach the ground with its front

and gazed into its eyes with warmth. "What brought you to

"Lucy, there you are with Little Milton! I've been searching everywhere

shy. She had assumed from its antics that it was a real

dashed back to her

fond of Little Milton, take him for a stroll. He's been super restless, probably because I skipped

leash in

nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely, I trust

Little

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