Page 94 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“Excellent.”
Mike patted Elaine’s hand, then got to his feet and motioned to the kitchen door with his head. Finn followed and as soon as they were out of sight of the living room, Mike asked, “What’s going on?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You look like you’re going to murder someone.”
“I’m fine.”
“You looked like you were going to murder someone when you stopped by last Monday. That’s a full week with no change of expression.”
“Only five days,” Finn muttered, shoving his thumbs in his back pockets. “And I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”
“Don’t make me ask Georgina.”
“What could she possibly know?” he asked coldly.
“Well, she knew that I’d better snap to my senses with Elaine because I was causing her stress.”
Finn wrinkled his brow. “Georgina told you that?”
“No one else would.”
“I think we tried to tell you that. Dylan, Jolie and I.”
“She was pretty damned direct. And I’m grateful. Now what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Molly and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I wish I knew. She had a bad time with her last relationship and now I’m paying the price.” He glanced up at his grandfather. “That guy has caused me no end of troubles.”
Mike settled a hand on his shoulder. “You two need to get together and work this out.”
“Thank you,” Finn said darkly. “I never thought of that.”
Mike’s expression softened an iota. “Sorry. Stupid advice.” He let out a soft sigh. “You’d better take Buddy.”
Finn gave him a perplexed look, but Mike just smiled. “Take him. You’ll feel better.”
Fifteen minutes later, Finn said his goodbyes and he and Buddy headed for his truck. As she closed the door behind him, he heard Elaine say, “Is he going to be all right?”
“Damn, I hope so,” Mike replied.
So did Finn. And he hoped he still had kitty litter at his house. Otherwise, he and Buddy would be doing a late-night run to the grocery store.
But as the little guy wound around his neck and made bread on his shoulder, Finn found himself beginning to relax—at least to the point that his knuckles were no longer turning white on the steering wheel.
* * *
RAINBEATDOWNon the roof, but the garage drain that Finn and Chase had snaked was working well. No flood today. Georgina poured her cereal and they bought up the weather forecast for the coming weekend.
“It’s supposed to stop today. Chase said that will probably be enough time for the trails to dry. One last hike before winter. Then he’s going to teach me to ski.” She scooped up a spoonful of raisin bran. “It’s expensive, though, so it’ll be more of a once-a-month thing. We’ve talked about cross-country skiing. That sounds kind of fun.”
“How’re things with his brother?” Georgina looked up. “The one caught drinking?”
Her sister gave a casual shrug. “Community service.”
