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“What about Molly?”

“She’ll be here in the next half an hour and I will tell her then. OK?”

“On your own?”

“Yes, it’s no big deal. She hasn’t been a huge part of this family for the last six months and so it doesn’t really affect her.”

Yeah right. Did I believe him? I suppose I had to.

“OK. Great. Good luck,” I said.

After another kiss, I went to my room to work on my piece for college. As I sat at my writing table, I pushed my glasses up my nose and checked the time.

I decided to wear skinny jeans and a nice comfortable jumper which would swamp me. It would be cold by the coast and I liked to be warm. I’d made sure I wore nice underwear as who knew what could happen when Jaxon and I were alone in his car.

I’d heard Molly arrive, that screechy voice of hers echoed up the stairs. I wondered if Jaxon had told her about us and how she would have taken it. I didn’t have long to find out.

Once I’d checked my reflection in my mirror, I left my room and went to knock on Jaxon’s door but there was no answer. I checked the time on my phone, it was just before noon.

As I made my way downstairs and towards where the coats were hanging, the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention and I turned around to see Molly lingering in the doorway to the living room.

“Wynter?” she began in a surprised tone. She still said my name like it tasted funny in her mouth. I held my breath, had Jaxon said anything yet? She didn’t appear to be sobbing into her hanky. Maybe I was wrong and she didn’t care. Her next words confirmed that wasn’t the case. “Can I borrow you a sec,” Molly questioned with an innocent expression. I didn’t miss the sharp edge of the tone of her voice. Here we go.

“Sure,” I moved away from the coat hooks and followed her into the living room, wondering where Jaxon was. Molly then closed the door, trapping me in there with her and anxiety licked up my spine.

She turned and folded her arms across her chest, those dark eyes of hers roaming over me; like she was looking for something.

I knew she wasn’t happy. Her body language screamed that message. Oh dear. The girl was bat shit crazy on a normal day, who knew how her woman scorned would play out? The girl was a walking hormone, I had never done anything to her.

“So, you and Jaxon? How sweet,” she began in a syrupy voice, her lips twisting into a sneer. My spine stiffened but I remained silent.

I wasn’t an argumentative person as a rule but I wasn’t a pushover either. If Molly thought I was going to discuss my relationship with Jaxon with her, she could think again.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Molly,” I replied uneasily. Glancing at the closed door behind her. I so didn’t want to have to deal with her on my own. I wasn’t scared of her, not physically anyway but she could be cruel with her comments and I didn’t want that to dampen my time at the beach with Jaxon.

“You know he’ll never care about you, not really. Jax doesn’t have it in him.” Her spiteful voice grated on my nerves. The girl was such a fucking headache.

I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and shot her my version of a death stare. “It’s not really any of your business.”

She didn’t like that and smiled darkly. “My family is my business.”

“Fair enough but my relationship with Jaxon isn’t,” I pointed out sharply.

Molly ran her gaze up and down my body, her expression suggesting she found me lacking. What I had ever done to make her hate me so much was beyond me. She’d taken an immediate dislike to me. It was such a pity as it would have been nice to have a sister. Not this one though, no way, I’d rather douse myself in petrol.

“Once he’s got you out of his system, he will drop you like a hot rock. We used to live together remember? I’ve seen him do it so many times before. You’re just one in the long line of many.” Thoughts of Jaxon with other girls speared painfully through me but I refused to allow her to win.

Squaring my shoulders, I replied. “I don’t care what he did in the past Molly.” I so did and was such a liar.

Her expression switched to one I couldn’t read. “Not even if it concerns me?”

And then she really did let the cat out of the bag. So there had been something between them. I wondered why Jaxon hadn’t said anything.

“Surely he’s told you about us?” Molly said smugly with a head tilt. I wasn’t great at hiding my emotions and her words hit me hard. The thought of Jaxon not telling me was the worst part.

I realised that she had alluded to them having sex, but had yet to come out and say it. The girl was being cryptic on purpose. I pulled my arms from my jeans and folded them defensively. I glared back, not giving an inch. “So, you’re saying you and Jaxon have been together?”

She leaned back against the closed door, now enjoying herself if the glint in her eye was anything to go by. “In a fashion.” Again, shying away from spelling it out.

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