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.

to discuss. Also, I was wondering if you might come

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

Charleston locals were known for being aloof and distant. This had to be out of the ordinary. He must

head back now, my friend will start worrying." Augustus' eyes popped. He had always been blessed with angelic

up 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. The next time he bumped

let his pal down, not when he had made a rare request. Ignoring 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

his composure, he said, "If you're occupied, perhaps another occasion would be suitable. Could you provide

out that this was his 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 sigh, she pulled out

doing cartwheels and happily jotted

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