“If he comes to find you again, you might just have to invite him over for lunch or something.”
Devon’s mood did a one-eighty in the blink of an eye.
Cecilia tried to tease him a bit, “Grandpa, the guy fixed one street light, and suddenly you're ready to adopt him.”
“It's not the flashy stuff that gets to me,” Grandpa Devon replied, his voice getting softer. “It's how he treats you. Fixing that light, thinking about the safety of the whole street just to walk you home safe. That tells me he cares. And if he didn't care about you, well, he wouldn't have bothered at all. You did give him the green light to woo you. It's not like I’m pushing something you don't want, Cecilia.”
Devon’s words left Cecilia without a comeback.
Her family's opinion of Owen was pretty much mirrored in her own feelings.
“I usually order takeout for lunch. I'll just add an extra portion for him,” she muttered.
“You'll do no such thing. Have him over. Ordering in is impersonal. Plus, the boy's injured; he needs a proper meal to help him heal.”
Cecilia couldn’t win against Grandpa Devon, so she agreed.
After hanging up, Cecilia first pouted, then couldn’t help but giggle to herself.
Grandpa did have a point.
Owen was thoughtful.
He fixed problems when he saw them.
“What’s got you secretly smiling over here?”
Lucinda strolled over, a playful twinkle in her eye. “I was just about to hit the grocery store. What are you in the mood for lunch?”
“Oh, Grandpa just called. Wants me back home for lunch.”
Cecilia, still smiling, nodded at the flowers in front of her. “After last night’s fiasco, Mr. Malicious went ahead and replaced all the street lights on the block. So, Grandpa's invited him over for a home-cooked meal.”
“As he should,” Lucinda chuckled, nudging her friend. “Look at you, can’t even hide that sweet smile. You’re head over heels, aren’t you?”
“It's easy to be happy around him, until I remember his family drama.”
“Give it time. They’ll come around once they see how amazing you are. Anyone who catches my Lucinda's eye has to be a catch.”
“Lucy, aren’t we humble?” Cecilia laughed.
“It’s true, isn’t it? My BFF is the best, right?”
Cecilia laughed heartily. She was Lucy’s BFF, after all. She couldn’t talk herself down.
“But have you considered that maybe Owen staged the robbery?”
Lucinda’s suggestion wiped the smile off Cecilia's face.
She stared at her friend, stunned.
Lucinda stuck out her tongue mischievously, “I didn’t mean to cast Owen as the villain; it’s an occupational hazard, you know, thinking up plots. I’ve written similar twists in my stories.”
Cecilia sighed, “I can't even begin to understand how you authors think, always so over the top.”
“Want me to have my guy look into it?”
“No need. I'll ask Owen directly. Even if he lies without batting an eyelid, his eyes will give him away. He can’t fool my sharp instincts.”
Cecilia was quite confident about that.
If Owen lied, she was sure she would catch it.
“Alright then, I’m off to shop.”
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