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This week’s word prompt is “board”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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A bang from downstairs pulled her from her thoughts. It had been so quick that she couldn’t make out what it was. Did she lock the safe when they went to lunch? Rhett wouldn’t have done anything, would he?
She swept the board and knife into the sink then grabbed the glasses. Water splashed over her hands as she sprinted for the staircase that led down into her shop. The image of a bloodied Rhett lying on the floor motionless filled her mind. Her heart raced as she jogged down the steps as fast as she could.
She froze as she stepped out into the shop. There was no body waiting for her. Instead, the man in question was studying her front door now hanging on one hinge. There was a spiderweb crack across the logo on the glass.
A sheepish looking Meathead stood by the desk with something in his hands. His motorcycle helmet was by his feet. She didn’t know the big man could change that many shades of red but here he was looking like a fresh picked tomato.
“What’s going on, boys?” Morgan asked.
Meathead held out a square white styrofoam container to her. “Marv wanted me to bring some of his fried pickles by to you. He said it wasn’t like you to stay away from the bar when you were in town. I was trying to take my helmet off and stumbled into the door. I’m sorry I broke it. I think I scared the shit out of Rhett.”
She nodded to the desk. “Well, tell Marv thanks for me. I’ll be there tonight. And the door can be fixed. As long as no one was hurt, everything is okay.”
Meathead set the container on the counter then shuffled his feet. “I’m good.”
Morgan gave him a smile as she crossed the shop to Rhett. It was easy to tell he was shaking as he tinkered with the hinge. “How about you? Are you okay?”
She nudged him with her elbow to get his attention. When she got it, she handed him a glass of water. The simple act got a grin from him.
He took a sip and continued. “I’ll run down to the hardware store and get a new hinge. I can have it rehung by the time you close. So, who’s Marv?”
Morgan winked at him. “I guess you’ll find out tonight.”