Page 100 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“You’re kidding.”
The woman blinked at him. “Why?”
Finn made a gesture. “Please. Go on.”
“We’re not certain if you realize how difficult it is for a high school student to tackle college.”
“I know how hard it is for me,” he said candidly.
Mr. Simon nodded. “I can imagine.”
Finn’s jaw muscles tightened, but he let the remark pass. “Why are you here?”
“Jonas said you threatened him.”
“With legal action. Not fists or anything.”
“Legal action?” The guy seemed thoroughly stunned. Apparently Jonas had left out that detail.
“He spread rumors about our instructor and me that were not true.” At the time. But technicalities counted. He settled a hip on the desk. “Even if they were true, it would be none of his business. If he was made to feel uncomfortable, it’s because he barged into Ms. Adamson’s office hours whenever it suited him, whether another student was in there or not. At least one time that other student was me.”
“Why would he make up such a rumor?” Mrs. Simon asked.
“My guess would be revenge.” Finn lifted his eyebrows. “Anything else?”
“You can’t prove this.”
Finn gave a short, humorless laugh. “Guess what? I don’t want to. I just wanted your kid to think before he attacked.” And he didn’t mind wiping the superior look off his face for all of a split second. He got back to his feet. “How did you find me?”
“Wasn’t hard. Jonas knew your name.”
Finn shook his head and led the way to the door. “Tell your kid that there are other people on the planet who matter.”
Mrs. Simon looked as if she wanted to argue the fact, but her husband took her by the arm and propelled her forward toward the exit.
“I hope Jonas survives your parenting,” Finn muttered as the door swung shut behind them. He headed out of the office toward the side door leading to the warehouse when Lola suddenly said, “What?”
Finn stopped and then moved toward the counter as Lola sent him a wild look before focusing back on the phone in her hand. “You’re sure? Yes. I’ll tell him.”
She hung up the phone and her eyes were wide when she said, “That was Chase’s mom. Can you give her a ride to the hospital? He rolled his truck off some mountain road. She just got word.”
Finn was almost to his truck when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out, answering as he opened the truck door.
“Finn...” Molly’s voice cracked before she got his name out.
“I heard. Do you know anything?”
“No. I’m heading to the hospital now.”
“Have Mike drive you.”
“I—”
“Please.”
A few seconds of tense silence passed, then she said, “Sure. Fine.”
She hung up and Finn hoped she was really going to do as she said. He didn’t want Molly driving around in a state of shock. He’d done that a time or two. Never good.
