Page 11 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

“Good morning.” Molly’s voice was bright and cheerful as her husband stood beside her with a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“You brought me clothes,”I said, my entire body filled with relief.

Molly’s eyes caught on what I was wearing.

“I can’t let you walk around town wearing Brooks’ flannel. People will get the wrong idea.”

Leave it to Molly to make things awkward.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was enjoying this. “I just brought a few things to help get you through the next couple of days.”

“I appreciate it.” I wrapped my arms around myself, hoping that if I played nice with her husband, maybe he wouldn’t be such a jerk to me. “Hey, Finn.”

“Harlow,” was all he said, and he went back to crossing his arms. He looked at me like I was a bug he wanted to squish under his shoe.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Molly’s husband hated me.I would always be the girl who broke his best friend’s heart, and he’d been carrying a grudge ever since.

Finn and I had only seen each other a handful of times over the years. Whenever we were in the same room, we kept our distance.He never said it to me outright, but I could tell he wasn’t a fan of mine.

“How did you sleep?” Molly asked, pulling a chair out for Finn to set the bag down. I didn’t miss the warning look she shot him or how he ignored it.

“Fine.”

Molly stepped closer. “So, what’s the plan?”

I glanced at Brooks, who stood over the stove, shirtless. He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t moved. The tension was so damn thick I couldn’t wait to get out of here.

“I’m going to have my things sent overnight from New York. Would you mind giving me a ride to the lake house?”

Finn shoved his hands inside his pockets. “How do you plan on getting in without a key?”

“I was hoping one of you guys knew how to pick a lock, or I could always climb in through a window.”

“You’re going to break in?” Brooks asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m not breaking in if it’s my house. Besides, do you have a better idea?”

He held his hands up with a smirk. “Your house, your rules.”

“We can help.” Molly sat at the kitchen counter and tried to pretend that there wasn’t five years of bad blood simmering in this room.

“No, we can’t,” Finn announced, surprising us all. He was making it very clear that I wasn’t welcome in this town.

“Finn,” Molly scolded. “Stop with the attitude.”

He looked down at his shoes. “I don’t have an attitude. All I meant was we can’t leave Emma with my mom for too long. She has things to do today.”

I twisted my hands together, trying to mask the hurt that was impossible to ignore. No matter how much time has passed, Finn would never forgive me for what I did.

What made it sting even worse was that Finn was a nice guy. If an old lady needed help carrying groceries to her car, he didn’thesitate. If a stranger were stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire, he would jump in to help without a second thought.

When it came to me, he would run me over without even attempting to hit the brakes. Okay, maybe not actually run me over, but he would take his sweet-ass time debating whether or not to stop.

The worst part was that I couldn’t blame him.Maybe that was why it bothered me so much.

Brooks set his coffee down. “You guys go take care of Emma. I got this.”

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