Page 16 of Creed

“A whole year? You understand he has IBS, right?” Mrs. White asked.

Morgan nodded real big.

“That is so unfair, Morgan. This isn’t my food to give away, but it’s very tempting.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine! You can’t give me any take home chicken, but you could give me the recipe.” She waited patiently for the answer.

“Morgan, sweetheart.” She patted Morgan’s arm. “The recipe is top secret and only passes down from father to son, but if you take me to your premier, buy me what I want from New York, have babies with my grandson and change my husband’s depends for a year, I’d be more than happy to bake you a whole pie.”

Morgan pouted. “I can bake my own pie.”

Mrs. White laughed. “You make the best pies, Morgan. You got how many ribbons in 4H for your pies?”

Morgan blushed. “Twelve.”

“Next month we have the fire department's festival. Buy more than one meal ticket and you’ll be set to take some home.” Mrs. White was amused but Morgan was holding the line up by distracting the woman holding the gravy spoon.

“Fine.” Morgan turned then I heard her mutter under her breath. “Fifty grand for two pieces of fucking white meat and a leg.”

I was amused and still smiling when Mrs. White turned to me and apologized.

Electric Eyes

Creed

By the time I made it back to the table, Morgan was arguing with two elderly men. All I heard before Jenny saw me was something about how churches don’t play porn for old men and if they did it again, she was taking car keys away. I could only guess she was referring to the riot in front of St. Paul’s that happened a while back.

“Morgan, sweetie you have to meet a few of our newest residents.” Jenny tapped Morgan on the shoulder, and I set my tray down as she stood. She gave me the most earth shattering smile anyone had ever given me as she stuck out her hand to shake mine.

“We kind of sort of met, back at the tavern. I’m Morgan and it’s very nice to meet you, Mr…?”

She paused and waited for me to answer.

“Its Creed.” I reached for her hand and as soon as our hands met I felt a shock and we both jerked our hands away. No, it wasn’t the kind-of spark romance writers write about, it was static. Actual static electricity and it was a big one that could actually be seen.

She laughed and her eyes were as big as saucers. “Did you see that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I felt it too.” We both shook our hands in the air to work out the shock.

“Damn, that looked like it hurt.” Patrick laughed.

“That was hilarious, it even hurt a little. Anyway, I thought your first name was Creed.” She said.

Her eyes were unnaturally gorgeous. I always thought they were CGI in her movies, but they were real unless she was wearing contacts. I looked really hard in them and didn’t see anything.

She giggled. “They’re real, no contacts here. You can thank my dad and Uncle Darren, theirs are similar to mine.”

I shook out of the spell her eyes were putting me in and tried to grasp back on to my sanity. Holy shit she was adorable.

“My last name is Creed, you seem different than the parts you play.” I sounded like an idiot.

She giggled again. “It wouldn’t be called acting if I played as myself, would it?”

I shook my head. “I guess not.”

Jenny spoke up. “Creed, you should sit down and eat before your meal gets cold. While you do that, Morgan can tell you a little about herself.” I didn’t miss the wink she gave Morgan. I wasn’t real sure what the fuck kind of shit was going through Jenny’s head, but it wasn’t going to work.

“There’s not much to tell, mom. What exactly do you want me to tell him?” Morgan asked as she took a seat next to me.

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