Page 14 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“That’s terrible.” Molly remembered Dylan. She’d liked him. He’d been a year ahead of her, quiet and studious. Invisible in a way. Like she had been, except that he could have been as popular as Finn, had he chosen to be. Somehow she didn’t think that popularity was one of her options. “Who is his fiancée?”
“Jolie Brody.”
Brody. Of course. Allie Brody looked just like Jolie Brody, whom she’d graduated from high school with.
“Does she have an older sister?”
“Three sisters.”
“I just met an Allie Brody at the college.”
“She’s the oldest. She’s teaching a night class at the school. Painting or something.”
Small world...but maybe not. It was a small town, so ending up with a class next to Finn’s cousin’s fiancée’s sister wasn’t that unexpected. And the connection to Finn was a bit distant. Still, she was going to watch what she said around Allie about certain people.
Molly frowned as a memory crept into her brain. “Wait a minute...didn’t Jolie used to...” Mike waited for her to finish and Molly, who wished she’d kept her mouth shut, searched for a tactful word. “Bother Dylan?”Torturewould have been a better word, but she was being polite. The strained and somewhat adversarial relationship between wild-child Jolie and quiet Dylan had been legendary in Eagle Valley High School, now that she thought about it.
Mike laughed. “Yes, she did. She and Dylan worked things out.”
“I guess so.”
Georgina was following the conversation with interest and Mike glanced over at her and laughed again. “I’ll get you that mixture of bulbs and maybe we can put them in this weekend.”
“We?” Molly asked on a note of amusement.
“If you needed help, that is.”
“I think we’ll need a lot of help,” Molly said with a smile. If he wanted to help, she wasn’t going to stop him.
They talked for a few more minutes about colors, and then Mike’s phone rang from inside his house and he excused himself.
“I like him,” Georgina said as she and Molly walked to their back door. She shot Molly a look. “You’re going to fill in the gaps about this Dylan guy and his fiancée. Right?”
“I don’t know a lot,” Molly said as she opened the front door. “Dylan was really quiet and hardworking and Jolie was outgoing. Kind of a live-for-today girl.”
“Just like you?” Georgina asked with mock innocence.
“Exactly,” Molly replied. Because she was going to be more like that. Work in progress, et cetera. “All I remember is that they somehow drifted into nemesis territory due to being partnered up in some class and her not taking it seriously enough and him being worried about his GPA.”
“And now they’re getting married.”
“Yes.” Molly headed for the fridge. So very romantic. She wished them well, but hearts-and-flowers romance had been stomped out of her by the lights of reality being snapped on in her own relationship, brilliantly exposing the truth that lay before her and leaving her blinking.
She was still blinking a little. Blake had not only robbed her of most of her savings, he’d robbed her of her hard-won self-confidence. She’d fought to rebuild it little by little, but she hadn’t been able to let go of her resentment. It’d be a while before she could.
“I thought we’d microwave lasagna tonight.” The microwave was truly their best friend with their crammed schedules—which was why having a two-hour break to eat an actual dinner between her afternoon and evening classes was gold. “I made a salad.”
Molly drifted over to the counter and pulled a small tomato out of the mixture of greens and popped it into her mouth. She’d skipped lunch and was famished. “Sounds good.”
Georgina pulled the aluminum tray out of the freezer. “This Dylan is hot prom guy’s cousin, right?”
“Homecoming guy. He is.”
“But you liked him better.”
He didn’t screw me over, so yes. “He’s a nice guy. How were your classes today?”
The corners of her sister’s eyes crinkled as Molly firmly redirected the conversation away from “hot prom guy.” “Excellent. How was your day?”
