Page 99 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
“A few strategic questions about my boyfriend.”
Molly sat on the edge of the sofa on the opposite side of the small room from where Georgina sat. “You know I’m only asking out of concern.”
“And I also know that you’re not my mom.” Georgina got to her feet and picked up her day pack from where it was leaning against the chair. “You mean well. I get that. But Moll? You can’t project what happened to you onto me.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“You are.”
“Just the mistake parts.”
“The perceived mistakes.” Georgina’s jaw was tight, a sure sign that she was holding her temper. “I like Chase for who he is. Not for who his dad was or what his brothers do. I likehim.”
“Those other things affect him and thereby affect you.”
“He’s dependable, Molly. He doesn’t lie.”
“That you know of.”
Sudden anger flashed in her sister’s eyes. “Stop it, Molly. Stop judging everyone on the merits on one washed-up asshole ballplayer who used his dick for reassurance that he was the best thing ever. Just...stop.”
Molly opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Georgina hoisted her pack onto her shoulder. “I’m late. I’ll see you tonight.”
She strode to the door without another word and left the house. The door closed behind her with a carefulclick, leaving Molly staring at the oak panels, still with no words.
Slowly she sank down onto the sofa.
Georgina’s words rang just a little too true. As did Finn’s.
Was she damaged by the past? Yes. Was she working to get better?
In some ways and not others. In her professional and social life, yes. In her personal life...not really.
It was natural to avoid pain.
But not if it meant avoiding living.
Not when it meant letting a guy with a dick problem ruin your future.
Okay. She’d make peace with her sister when she got home. Try harder to not react to deep knee-jerk fears. Maybe work her way toward trust, as in trust in her own judgment and accept that sometimes she was going to be wrong and when she was, there would be consequences.
So damned scary, that.
* * *
FINNWASINthe warehouse when the call came in that someone wanted to see him. If it had been Molly, he was pretty certain that Lola would have teased him rather than barking that he was wanted.
When he got into the store he could see why Lola had barked. The couple standing next to the counter looked distinctly out of place in a feed store—even one with a boutique.
“May I help you?”
“We would like to speak in private.”
“Sure.” He walked to the office and opened the door. For once Karl and Cal weren’t there. He gestured to the couple and they walked inside.
“How can I help you?”
“We are Jonas Simon’s parents,” the woman said.
