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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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Rhett didn’t look amused as she strode away from him towards the window of her parlor. She stopped at the couch to pick a couple of pieces of lint from the couch cushion then fluff the pillows that sat there. She scooped up the lighter that she left on the metal top of her work station and flicked it open. The flame danced around on the tip.
Morgan glanced back at Rhett before she touched the fire to the blackened wick within the jar candle. He looked less spooked now. He still looked pissed. That was good. It meant that, at least for the moment, he let go of what was eating at him.
What bothered him about Marv, though, was a mystery to her. Was he actually jealous? Morgan pushed it from her mind. She was helping her friend through a hard time. There were no romantic feelings for her in Rhett’s heart. There never had been. He just got flustered by Jessica a few minutes ago. That’s who he wanted, not the goth tattoo artist.
She fought back a sigh as she moved onto the next candle. Marv wasn’t a threat, even though he wanted to be. The part time cowboy, part time bar owner was a new transplant in town and catered to the rougher crowd. Even though she wasn’t much of a drinker, she became a regular at Marv’s tavern, the Tailpipe. The folks dining at Aunt Sally’s weren’t her clientele. She knew where her bread and butter spent her time so she frequently had her supper there as well. The burgers and fried pickles there were to die for.
Marv noticed her the first night she walked in. He started a conversation, asked her about her tattoos, told her she was drop dead gorgeous. Not that he wasn’t a looker. The plaid shirts and blue jeans that he wore thinly hid his muscular frame. His thick beard, moustache and neatly trimmed hair were a warm chocolate brown. His matching eyes could steal a woman’s heart and they were set on Morgan’s.
But he was no Rhett. She went on a few dates with Marv. He took her horseback riding, laid out a picnic under the stars for her, anything that she wanted. His kisses nearly stole her breath away but not the memory of the man she truly loved.
The same man staring daggers at her from across the room at that very moment just from the mention of Marv’s name.