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Scarlett nodded and squeezed August's shoulder "You good?"

"Hungry You said we'd get pancakes" His eyes were blue to her green, but I had a feeling that determined squint came directly from his mother

Dropping a kiss to the top of his head, she smiled into his hair "Why don't you talk to Mr Sawyer about those pancakes? He's in charge now"

With a wicked grin and a wink that o weak, she disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door

August rounded on me, his mind stuck on one track, and that track was called ‘Pancakes’ I checked my watch It was almost breakfast tiood silver dollar pancakes "I bet there are pancakes at my house," I said "And if not, we can make some"

It didn't look like I was going to work today Or toht as well make some pancakes

Chapter Six

SCARLETT

Tenn slapped the cuffs on er door to his SUV The other end of the cuffs he closed over the door handle So et about them

Did he think I was going to make a run for it with ain, he didn't know that He thought I was a woe while she planned a more nefarious crime

Who was I kidding? I was that wo any kind of cri honest withAll I kneas that if I wanted to get Thatcher back, I had to come to Sawyers Bend and connect with the Sawyers If I'd had any idea I was going to buured out a cover story And dressed better

I'e professor, daent Since the ly cryptic ue, my instincts sucked

I could teach the hell out of art history, create solass art, and soood mom Usually Not so much the last few days Also, a halfway decent cook Those were my main skills Note that clandestine operations were not on that list I ht have been better at it if I'd had any idea what the hell was going on