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This week's prompt is "cart". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
He frowned as he studied her. “You would help us? You would change Juliet?”
She returned his stare for a long moment. Then she gasped as she dramatically looked at the watch strapped to her wrist. “Gosh. Look at the time. I need to get back to work.” She leaned across the bench and pecked him on the cheek. “See you soon, brother.”
“Answer the question, Athena,” Ares demanded.
“Around here, around this place.” Athena waved towards the Pentagon. “It’s Anna. Family dinner is Sunday, Romeo. You should be there.”
She stood up quickly and strode as fast as she could towards the building. Ares growled as he watched her disappear. He fought the urge to chase after her, to rip her a new one in front of her new temple and her new worshippers. Instead he rose, spit on the ground and stalked away.
He stopped dead in his tracks as his gaze fell on an old man with his rickety flower cart. He was mesmerized by the bright colors of the blooms. He couldn’t remember the last time he appreciated the beauty they held. Had he ever picked them for Aphrodite? He didn’t think he did. But deep in his core he wanted to take a bunch home to Juliet. Did vampires like flowers?
“Can I help you?” the vendor chirped in a sing song voice.
Ares shook himself from his stupor then cleared his throat. He swiped his wallet from his back pocket. He scooped up a bouquet of blood red roses and dropped the bill before the old gent could say howdy do.
Ares glared at the roses as he shuffled away from baffled old man. He muttered under his breath. “I am so fucked.”
He rounded the corner into the alley and disappeared into thin air.