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This week we have a picture prompt. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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He didn’t look injured. He looked agitated.
She'd rather him be physically hurt. She couldn’t imagine the tempest going on in his mind.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“It’s fine,” he replied. His voice was a low growl.
“Are you sure?”
Rhett sighed. “Morgan, I don’t think my being here is smart. There’s just too much baggage. I don’t want to ruin your life.”
Rhett looked at the wall. “I am. Trust me. I’ve already ruined a few.”
Morgan stepped towards him. He scrambled away from her.
“Talk to me, Rhett,” Morgan begged.
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Morgan huffed as she watched him. He still looked away in the direction they came, as if he could see through the wall back to Aunt Sally’s.
She blew out a slow, steady breath. “I need a glass of water before I get back to work. Do you want one?”
He barely shrugged. She fought back the urge to shake her head in disappointment. Striding to the staircase, she took the steps two at a time to her apartment. She crossed the room to the kitchen then reached for her cutting board. She scooped up a lemon and set it down on the wood. Rummaging through the drawer, she pulled out a knife.
Her mind wandered as she sliced the fruit into thin slices. It was a miracle she didn’t chop her finger off. Fourth of July. Sally’s. Maybe Rhett was right. She was in way over her head. But she wasn’t about to give up on him.
She needed help. She filled up a couple of glasses with water then dropped a few slices of lemon into each. Plucking a few sprigs of mint from her plant on the windowsill, she added them to the concoction.