Page 105 of Breaking Emily's Rules
“A little, but boy was it worth it. Want to go for round three?” He smiled again, and Molly thought she would cry because she loved him so much.
“Oh, Dylan.” She buried her face in his neck.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” His arms came around her, squeezing her tight.
She didn’t want to say the words and freak him out, but she had to do it. She chose to whisper them in his ear, maybe to soften the shock. “I just love you so much.”
“I know,” Dylan said, not sounding at all surprised. “I love you too, baby.”
Molly couldn’t stop the sob that ripped out of her throat. “I never thought you’d love me again.”
“I never stopped, Molly. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.” He kissed her shoulder.
Sierra woke up then with her usual morning cry. Molly disentangled from Dylan and jumped out of bed. “I’ve got to get her, and all my clothes are by the couch. I’m naked.”
“I noticed.” Dylan laughed. “Just grab my bathrobe. This is going to happen a lot from now on, and she’ll get used to it.”
Molly threw the robe on and fairly skipped to Sierra’s room, Dylan’s words ringing in her ears and in her heart.
This is going to happen a lot from now on.
When Molly opened the door to her bedroom, Sierra once again had one leg over the railing and a big smile on her face.
She turned her little face to Molly and said, “Mommy!”
And nothing on earth had ever felt so right.
* * *
Emily
What do you think?”I sat across from Rachel at The Drip, my brand new shiny license gleaming.
“I can’t believe it. You did it, Emily. Just you. You’re the first Emily Parker to get her pilot’s license.”
“I can’t believe it myself.”
For the past few weeks I’d been on a journey, but if someone had told me I’d get my license and fall in love with the pilot in the process, I’d have asked them what they were smoking. I’d been done with men, back then, unaware that the good ones were still walking around, oblivious. Of course, my timing couldn’t have been worse. Falling in love with a man who had plans to get out of town as soon as he could.
Since the day at Builder’s Emporium, I hadn’t seen or talked to Stone. Seven long days and two hours. Every day I vacillated between hating him for leaving and longing for him to stay. But we’d already said goodbye and I couldn’t go through that again. All the paint samples were still tacked up on my bedroom wall. Not one of the colors were right, and I didn’t want to go back to the Emporium and risk seeing him again. I hadn’t been back to the airport, either, since I’d obtained my sport’s pilot license.
The door jingled and I did a double take because the man who’d walked in The Drip was dressed in a black tux and he looked an awful lot like Greg.Oh. No.
“Emily, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Greg said, coming up to our booth.
Rachel spit out her organic decaffeinated green tea. “What the hell?”
I couldn’t speak. Greg, dressed for his wedding day. Here.
“I can’t go through with it. Look at this monkey suit. She made me wear this—to a courthouse wedding! What kind of a woman would do that?” Greg took a handkerchief out and wiped his sweaty brow. What a tiny, weak little man he’d turned out to be. This was the man who was supposed to take care of me, provide me a lifetime of security and our two point five children?
“You mean the mother of your child? You mean that kind of woman?” I finally said.
Greg had the nerve to sit next to me. “Please, talk me through this. I need you to tell me why this is a good idea.”
“Because if you stay here, I’m going to kill you?” Rachel said quietly, without the slightest hint of a smile on her face.
“Get out of my booth! Now!” I yelled.
