Page 79 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
She closed her eyes, stroked her hands over his damp skin, his hair, then hugged him to her.
Finally he lifted his head and smiled at her.
“Better than dream guy?”
She laughed and took his chin in her hand. “Much.”
He helped her off the bench and to her amusement handed her a couple of shop towels. “Always prepared,” he murmured.
They got dressed without speaking, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Molly picked up the hammer that Finn had set aside before they made love and gave the sheet metal sitting there a tap. “There. My mission is accomplished.” She smiled at him. “I did come to beat metal.”
“Right.”
He took her by the hand and led her over to a vinyl sofa beneath the midcentury starburst wall clock that Molly estimated was worth a lot more money than Finn probably realized.
“Want a beer?”
There was a small fridge next to the sofa. “No thanks. For now.” That was when Molly noticed the television mounted on the far wall, up high, above the door. “This truly is a man cave of extraordinary proportions.”
“I prefer to call it a man arena.”
Molly smiled, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Maybe she could just sit here with Finn, shut out the world. Breathe in the scents of grease, oil... Finn. Yes. That would be nice.
Warm fingers started moving up her thigh.
“I have a hammer,” she said without bothering to open her eyes.
“So do I.”
Her eyes came open at that and he laughed, the sound low and sensual. “Thought that might get your attention.”
“It certainly did before.”
He took hold of her hand then. “What’s going on, Molly? Why couldn’t you meet me at McElroy’s?”
“I’m...under scrutiny.”
He shifted so that he could look at her while still holding her hand. “What does that mean?”
“Jonas has brought in the big guns.”
Finn blinked at her. “You don’t mean...”
“Yep. His parents. They filed a complaint against me. I have to defend my grading, which I’m fully prepared to do.”
She gave him another sideways look as his fingers tightened on hers. He knew there was more, so she didn’t hedge. What was the point? She’d come to talk to him and she’d talk. Even if it wasn’t the most comfortable topic ever. “I’ve been rude to him—”
“Holy—”
“And I’m in an amorous relationship with a student, which makes Jonas uncomfortable.”
Finn let go of her hand and shifted in his seat so that he could see her face. “Me?”
“Well, it’s not Denny.” She bit her lip. “We were seen in McElroy’s—and even though there’s no law about me going to bars, there is public perception and you are my student.”
Finn stared at her. “What now?”
“Now I walk the straight and narrow and wait for this to die down.”
