Page 102 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
Molly opened her mouth, but couldn’t push any words past the thickness in her throat. She met Finn’s gaze, then closed her eyes briefly as he settled a hand on her shoulder, then gently pulled her against him, slipping an arm around her waist.
“I really appreciate what he did today. It shows a lot of heroism.”
Lilah smiled weakly and then focused on the floor once again. Elaine sat beside her and took her hand, speaking to her in a low voice as Finn loosened his hold and led Molly to a chair not far away. There they both sat, side by side, hand in hand.
No words.
None necessary.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ONCEGEORGINAGOTHOME, her biggest concern was Chase, until he called her from his hospital bed in the early evening and she finally relaxed, as did Molly. Her sister was bruised up and sore, had a pretty decent shiner, but she was home. Safe.
“It was a crazy thing,” she told Molly as they shared a cup of tea sitting side by side on the old sofa, Georgina surrounded by pillows to help support her bruised body. “One minute everything was cool. The road was clear. No sign of any kind of danger. We weren’t even on a curve.”
Molly hugged her cup with both hands, taking comfort in the warmth because she’d felt cold all day. Shaking nervous cold. Being near Finn had made her feel better, but he was gone, helping Chase’s mom wrangle her three kids and doing the chores that Chase normally handled around their small acreage.
“It just happened with no warning. I saw Chase reach out for me, then the air bag hit me and that’s all I remember until we somehow got to the road.” She closed her eyes. Shuddered. Then she pulled in a deep breath.
“But we’re okay. You know?”
Molly reached out to stroke her sister’s long dark hair. “I know. I’m beyond grateful. Chase did something pretty awesome, too.”
“Yeah.” Georgina sipped her tea. Closed her eyes. A few seconds later her hands relaxed and Molly rescued the tea, setting it on the side table. She got to her feet and paced through the empty house.
You can’t control everything in your life. Things happen.
Or as Finn had said, shit happens.
Finn was a good guy—one that she wanted to have in her life. Was it too late to try to convince him that she was working toward change? That she didn’t want dull and boring and predictable? That she wanted him?
He’d said he’d tried twice and wouldn’t try again. That meant that the ball was firmly in her court. Now she had to figure out how best to handle it without screwing up again.
He was there for you at the hospital. He held you, demanded nothing of you.
She went to the window, saw the light of the television through Mike’s curtains. Elaine’s car was still parked in front. She turned away from the window, then, before she did something stupid, like talk herself out of things, she went to the front door and let herself out into the cold night air.
A coat would have been lovely, but Molly ignored the cold and dialed her phone. When Finn answered, she said, “Are you busy?”
“Heading for Mike’s place.”
Now or never. Well maybe not never, but she wanted Finn now. “Could you stop here first?”
“That was kind of my plan.”
Molly’s throat went a little dry. Instead of asking why, she said, “Good to hear.”
When Finn parked his car in front of Mike’s house five minutes later, Molly was waiting at the window. He got out and she bit her lip when she saw that he had the kitten, who was approaching teenage-cat size, with him.
She went to the door and pulled it open. For a moment he stood on the cold porch, then moved past her into the warmth of her small living room. “I thought Georgina might enjoy a visit from Buddy. He’s kind of a miracle worker, you know.”
“In what way?” She took the kitten from Finn and curled him under her chin. His motor started and Molly closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the comforting scent of his warm cat fur.
“Wherever he is, things seem to start working out.”
Molly opened her eyes. “Maybe wherever you are things start working out.”
Finn snorted. “Call me crazy, but it doesn’t feel that way.”
