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This week’s word prompt is “watch”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Rhett gave her a small smile. “Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She pointed to a large flower pot nestle in the corner next to the red brick of the building. “I put a bird feeder in that one among the flowers. Sometimes I like to come out here and just watch the birds. I would hop the subway to Central Park to do the same thing.”
“You miss New York City,” Rhett stated.
Morgan gave him a half shrug. “Of course. It was home. I blended in there so much better than I ever did here.”
He didn’t want the answer to the next question but it tumbled from his lips anyway. “And when are you going back?”
“Not for a long while. I have more important things. I just opened a business. And, of course, there’s you.” She gave him a wink. She noticed his cheeks redden after it.
They finished their meal, with the sounds of nature being the only commotion going on around them. They gathered the trash together and stood.
As they rounded the building to the front door, a well dressed, rotund bald man stood on the top step.
“May I help you?” Morgan addressed.
The man tugged at his suit coat. “Ms. Deveroux, my name is George Baker. I own the bank in town. As a new business owner in our community, I wanted to know if we will have your support during the Fourth of July celebrations this year.”
Morgan felt Rhett stiffen next to her. Even in the day or two they had spent together, she knew that was bad. He did it way too much. She rolled her shoulders back and tilted her chin. “Email the information to me and I’ll consider it.”
“Ms. Deveroux, I do not send emails,” George Baker replied as his lips turned into a snarl.
“Then have one of your assistants do it. A man of your prestige probably has two or three. Or you can put it in the postal mail. I don’t care. I have a client coming soon so please excuse us.”
Morgan stomped up the steps and shoved her key in the lock. She gave the banker an even, unemotional look as she twisted the knob, pushed the door open and stepped inside. She held it open as Rhett followed her in. She noticed Baker move as if to join them. She slammed the door shut in his face before he could.