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.

a matter to discuss. Also, I was wondering

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

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

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 blessed with angelic looks that made people cave with just a soft smile. However, for the first time, he was on the receiving end of

he would just shrug it off if Lucy was not up for something. There was no point in pressing when he was only going to get the silent

could not 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 guy had to be up to something, and she dropped all

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

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

Augustus was doing cartwheels and happily jotted down Lucy's

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