Page 67 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“What if a guy just wanted to have some fun? Would you be on board for fun?”
Her stomach did a small freefall. Fun with Finn conjured up all kinds of unsettling images.
“I...uh...would have to believe that I wasn’t heading toward another big mistake.” She stretched her legs out then dropped them again, the heels of her shoes bouncing on the bumper. “This guy you’re talking about wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”
“Well, you could see where I would be a lot of fun.”
The wry note in his voice helped ease some of the tension in her neck and shoulders.
“That’s what Sheena said.”
“Shayna. And that doesn’t have to be the kind of fun I’m talking about.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t have to be?”
“Well... I’m open to a lot of stuff.”
“I bet you are.” Banter she could handle. Serious Finn telling her she was judgmental, not so much. “But as you know, I have strict rules and parameters.” She made it sound as if she were exaggerating, but the sad truth was that she really wasn’t. She did have strict rules and parameters, that helped keep her safe from nasty surprises in life—as safe as one could be anyway.
So why did safe suddenly seem...lame?
Finn.
His lips tilted into a careless half smile, but his gaze was serious as he said, “Afraid you’d fall for me?”
“Well...you are Finn Culver.”
He laughed, genuine amusement lighting his eyes.
“You’d better go home, Molly Adamson, before I provide you with too much temptation.”
“Yeah. Right.” She spoke lightly, but the truth was that hewastempting. There was never a time she didn’t find him tempting—even in the heat of an argument.
He was right—it was time to go home.
Molly slid off the hood of the car, ignoring his pained expression as her jeans made a light scratching noise. She dusted off her behind, then once again met Finn’s dark gaze. “Thanks for an interesting evening.”
“Anytime.” One corner of his mouth tightened as his gaze slid down to her lips and Molly felt a tingle go through her. In another time and place he might have kissed her...but not after this conversation. Besides, he’d promised no kissing.
You could change that...
She wasn’t going to. She opened the car door and slid into her seat. “I’ll think about what you said, Finn.” Because she wanted to be openminded, and open to change. She just didn’t want to get hurt again.
“Do that, Molly. I’ll talk to you later.”
* * *
MOLLYUNLOCKEDTHEfront door and walked into her silent house. Georgina’s books were stacked on the coffee table and her laptop was open, but her purse was not hanging on coat hooks as usual. Molly wandered into the kitchen where she found a note propped against the sugar bowl.Out with Chase.Big surprise.
Finn approved of Chase.
She still wasn’t convinced that a guy who came from a wildly dysfunctional background was the guy for her sister, but she’d hold off saying anything for a while. It was totally possible that nature would run its course and that her sister and Chase would break up. No sense creating a sisterly rift when it wasn’t necessary.
Besides, Finn had given her other things to think about.
She almost went to the cupboard for chips, then decided she was woman enough to tackle this business without a crutch. Her notebook was now neatly filed with the cookbooks and she pulled it out, laid it on the table and flipped the cover open.
When her life had been in shambles, not all that long ago, this book had helped her put things back together. It contained goals, insights and, most importantly, promises she’d made to herself. The act of writing those promises down in the form of a life plan was the closest she could get to carving them in stone. She’d stepped outside of her comfort zone with Blake, reaped some benefits, but, in the end, had lost more than she’d gained. Confidence was good, but losing trust was brutal.
