Anne went shopping for the upcoming party. The car glided smoothly through traffic. She held her phone to her ear, her eyes bright with amusement. Her cheeks ached from smiling.
Augustine had that effect on her, especially when he flirted like he was doing now.
"Can you stop it?" she whispered, glancing into the rearview mirror.
Sam was at the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, expression unreadable. She exhaled softly, relieved.
Sam hadn't caught a word.
"I thought you had an important meeting," she added, trying to sound stern, but she couldn't stop the corners of her lips from curling.
"I just finished the meeting," Augustine replied smoothly. "Now I'm free, sipping the worst espresso in the city."
Anne rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Hmm. I can hear how smug you are."
"I wish I could join you for shopping," he said, a note of regret slipping through. "But I've got to check out the construction site this afternoon."
