Dawn
“Crap,” Reed’s voice comes through the earbud I am wearing.
“Crap indeed, I did prepare gifts, and I did plan a nice date for us.”
“Then why didn’t you do anything for me?” I ask.
“I am sorry, love, that time I got caught up with chasing after Dave, then the whole traveling thing.”
“I don’t like excuses,” I comment. I fold my arms and stare through the telescope. Reed and Maggie are on the second floor, and she is pouring him some wine.
They bump their glasses together and both sip on the wine. How did they hit it off so quickly?
“Don’t trust anything that woman gives you,” I say, and Reed stares back at our house with wide eyes.
He clears his throat and looks back at her.
“Now tell me, dear Reed, what brings you here?” She asks with a smile.
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