Page 46 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“You were a hellion.”
“Whom you apparently admired.”
Her color was rising again, but she didn’t back down. “I was young.”
“So was I.”
There was a knock on the door and they both turned to see a kid with an imperious expression peering at them through the glass as if he expected Molly to instantly let him in and kick Finn out.
Molly’s smile became fixed as she stared at the door.
“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for the strategy.”
Before Finn could move, the kid knocked again, loudly enough that the sound echoed through the room. Molly frowned and got to her feet, quickly moving around her desk to open the door. “Jonas, I have another student here.”
“And I have a class in ten minutes. I want to discuss my latest grade.”
“My office hours are between four and five. You know that. I’m happy to see drop-ins, but you have to understand that when you drop in there’s a good chance I have another commitment. Like I have right now.”
“I would like an appointment.” The kid spoke as if he were royalty, and Finn’s neck muscles started to tighten.
“Fine. Tomorrow at four o’clock.”
Molly sent Finn a quick look edged with something that looked like murder, then stepped out into the hall and pulled the door shut behind her. As much as he would have loved to listen at the door, Finn kept his seat. He heard the sound of arguing, one raised voice, cold, just a little whiny, and then a few seconds later, Molly came back into the room.
“Settled?”
“For now. He thinks he owns my time.” Molly grimaced. “He is entitled, with a capitalE.”
“Huh. I thoughtentitledwas spelled with anI.”
“All right,” Molly said, laughter lighting her eyes. “He’s entitled with a capitalI.”
* * *
MOLLYDIDNOTWANTto be charmed by Finn. He reminded her too much of Blake.
No. That wasn’t it.
She stopped digging through the box of sweaters and fleeces to consider for a moment.
He did remind her of Blake in some ways, but what bothered her was that she wasreactingto him the way she’d reacted to Blake before she knew the truth about him. That was where the trouble lay.
Fortunately, the one thing she could control in life was her reactions.
“Did you find it?” Georgina yelled from her bedroom.
Molly pulled a thick red fleece from the bottom of the storage box. “I have a red one. I don’t see a navy.”
“That will do,” Georgina said as she appeared in the doorway. She reached for the fleece and Molly tossed it to her.
“That’s all you need? You’re set for your hike tomorrow?” Her sister was seeing a lot of Chase, and while Molly had a few reservations, she kept them to herself. Georgina was a smart girl, and her older sister was a walking cautionary tale.
Georgina slung the fleece over her shoulder and pulled the check-marked list Chase had given her out of one pocket and a plastic disposable rain poncho from the other. “What else could I need?”
Molly had to admit that the kid was prepared. Even though it was supposed to be a two-to three-hour hike, he’d made certain that Georgina was dressed for all eventualities, from heat wave to snow.
“If I like hiking, I’ll invest in some stuff.” Georgina shoved the list and poncho back into her jacket pockets.
