Second Chances || Thomas McGregor

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The ride home was filled with quick-witted responses on my part and I was surprised to find McGregor laughing along with me. He did not seem to be the fun, go lucky guy.

Once the car had stopped I loaded my one good arm with a bag and let my chauffeur get the rest. I left my door unlocked due to the low chance of having someone break in, but once I got inside I noticed little dirty footprints leading all around my house. "What in the world are these?"

Setting my groceries and wallet down on the kitchen island, my investigation started. The footprints seemed to weave across each other, there must have been more than one bunny hopping around.

My guide had come in and gasped as he saw what looks to be bunny footprints everywhere.

"Oh my... Damn those over large rodents" he fumed as he dropped the bags on the ground." He looked around, frustration clearly written on his face, eyes teeming with hate. "I swear if they drive another person from this house I will have to hire a professional exterminator."

"Ah... and that is where you are in luck Mr. McGregor, you have your personal exterminator before your eyes." I boasted confidently. His eyes found mine and looked away as quickly as he had engaged. "Well since it is not too late... I can start on the dish you asked me to make for you. I do have to visit your garden though."

"Of course," he affirmed a little too fast. Seeming to not appear excited he coughed and looked at his shoes.

"It's okay if you are excited, it is a once in a lifetime chance to get a free meal from me." He smiled lightly with a chuckle leaving his thin lips. "Help me put away some things into the fridge and then I will start cooking." The bluebells that where laying on top of one of the bags had been put into a small, green ceramic vase.

When everything was settled, I grabbed a whole chicken and a few potatoes. "Lets go to you garden now Mr. McGregor." He opened his mouth to say something but I was already heading out the door.

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She was clearly experienced.

How she looked at all the food in the market was calculated and precise, I could not help but admire. We walked back to my house and into the garden area. That was when I spotted those furry devils. They were looking at the woman with keen interest and pure curiosity from behind a squash plant. Probably wondering what happened to the previous owner. But I have to say Charlotte is much better company.

She has high standards and so do I, it's like a match made in heaven. Yes, Bea was nice and sweet but she was too much into the nature of things. She sometimes seemed in her own world, but I guess that comes with dating a painter. Her mood was sometimes difficult to handle, she had fits of anger or extreme sadness making me wonder if there was something wrong with her.

Charlotte seemed collected and more mature. Plus being able to throw knives surprised me as well, even though it is a strange hobby to pick up.

The sun now had reached the afternoon and the air was becoming chilly, the girl didn't seem to mind as she scavenged around my garden. Crutch still in hand and face still marred, she was as graceful as ever. If all New Yorkers were like this than I should have visited that place long ago.

The silence was welcoming yet I had a desire to say more to her. The gentle frame of her body stood out against the after glow of the sun, the wind picking up swayed the trees around us creating a calming noise. The clothes the girl was wearing was simple yet beautiful looking around her small frame. She was not the skinniest person I have ever seen but size does not matter.