With a courteous nod, Lucy painted a clear picture for Augustus of what it meant to give a fake smile.

"Mr. Scruggs, is there something you wanted to talk about?"

She inwardly groaned, praying not to get trapped in another pointless conversation like the one that morning. It had been filled with nonsensical chatter that dragged on forever.

Cillian was at home waiting for her, and if she was late, he would surely start to worry-especially with how overprotective he had been lately.

A headache began to form. She was not a child, after all. Regardless, she really did not feel like speaking to the man before her.

discomfort, Augustus cheerfully asked, "I actually have a matter to discuss. Also, I was wondering if you

rang in Lucy's head. What was he implying? Inviting a near-stranger to his home...

be right. She had heard that Charleston locals were known for being aloof and distant. This had to be out of

for me at home. Besides, it's almost 6:30 pm. If I don't head back now, my friend will start worrying." Augustus' eyes popped. He had always been

for something. There was no point in pressing when he was only going to get the silent treatment, right? However, today's mission came straight from his best bud.

Lucy's clear reluctance, he teased her, "Your friend's a real worrywart, huh? It's just a friendly visit, nothing to sweat over." However, Lucy's guard went up even more. That guy had to be up to something, and she dropped all pretenses of politeness.

Maintaining his composure, he said, "If you're occupied, perhaps another occasion would be

game. She could give him her number, but something about him just did not sit right with her. Still, she wanted out of that conversation. With a

and happily jotted down Lucy's

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