Page 35 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
Not a big deal. Not a big deal.
She grabbed a bag of chips she had stashed away for emergency situations and after opening the fridge, nixed the Diet Coke and pulled out the chardonnay. Why not?
Molly was halfway through a movie she couldn’t concentrate on when Georgina let herself into the house, humming under her breath as she hung her car keys on the pegboard next to the door. A few seconds later she came into the living room, pulling off her earrings.
“How was your date?” Molly asked just a little too brightly. She’d have to watch her tone or she’d be on the wrong end of an interrogation.
Her sister pretended to consider the question for all of a split second before breaking into a wide smile. “It was great.”
She dropped her purse on the easy chair and disappeared into the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a glass of water. She sat on the opposite side of the sofa from Molly and eased off her shoes.
“Chips?”
“When one stays home alone on a Friday night, one gets to indulge.”
“When one comes home, one gets to indulge also.” Georgina held out her hand and Molly passed her the half-empty bag.
“I gotta tell you, it’s refreshing to go out with a guy who isn’t all into telling you about himself. I think I got equal time.” Her eyebrows drew together. “No. I probably got sixty or sixty-five percent of the time.”
“Is he shy?”
“That’s probably part of it. But I think he was actually interested in hearing what I had to say.”
“That is refreshing,” Molly said with a half smile, holding her hand out for the chip bag.
“I thought so. We’re going hiking on Saturday. Do you still have your hiking boots?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You were a bit purge-happy after...you know.”
“True. But the hiking boots live on.”
“Can I borrow them?”
“You won’t sweat in them, will you?”
“Nope. I’ll return them in sweat-free condition.”
“In that case, sure.”
Georgina reached out for the bag and Molly handed it back. “Chase has a big brother.”
“Good for Chase,” Molly said.
“Just saying...you know...in case you ever wanted to go to coffee with a guy who listens to you.”
“Blake listened.” He’d had his faults, but not listening wasn’t one of them, which had lulled her into a false sense of security. They’d had some great conversations. Then he betrayed her. And now he wanted her to forget all that. As if.
“I’m not talking about a serious relationship. I’m talking about a casual date with a guy who’s...nice. Like Chase.”
“Let me think on it.”
Georgina gave her a yeah-right look, then got to her feet. “I need more than chips.” She started for the kitchen.
“Not me,” Molly muttered, pulling another handful out of the bag. She and this bag were in it for the long haul.
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