Page 25 of Our Shattered Pieces
“Oh, c’mon, Row,” I interrupted. “There’s no way Lorcan would ever think that of you. He wouldn’t have married you, otherwise. Or at the very least, he would have made you sign a prenup.”
“I think I just need to get used to it, you know? Right now, we live in his house, he pays all the bills, and I’ve been added to every credit card and bank account, even his freakin’ business ones,” she said. “He’s taking care of me in every way. I just…” She shrugged. “I still have the bank account I came into the marriage with, and that’s the one I spend out of. And trust me, Grayson, now that I have no bills to pay, my income is more than enough for whatever I need.”
“Except for a trip to the Greek Cyclades,” I teased.
“Yeah, except for that,” she laughed.
“So, an entire week, huh?”
“Yeah, and Molly’s been kind enough to check on everything for us,” she replied. “You know, water the plants and things like that.”
“I could have done that for you, Row.”
“I know, but Molly already has a key and all that.”
I just nodded, and the rest of the afternoon was spent catching up and making Rowan promise to come back in one piece.
After all, I’d already failed her once.
Chapter 19
Molly~
I’ve been in my brother’s house a million damn times, so it was easy to know what to check on and water the plants. The plants had been a new addition since Lorcan had worked so many hours, keeping something alive would have been futile for the man. As tasteful as Lorcan’s house had been, Rowan had brought life to it, and it was beginning to look more like a home instead of a layout in a magazine.
After watering everything that was green and living in their home, I did some light dusting, and checked the food in the fridge. Though they were only going to be gone four more days, I still didn’t want them walking in on the smell of stale food.
Once I was satisfied with everything, I put everything away, grabbed my purse, and got ready to head out. However, heading out ended abruptly when my heel got caught up in the area rug inside the foyer, and in an effort to catch myself, I knocked over a decorative table and everything that had been on it. Including, one of those beauties I’d just finished watering.
Staring at the mess, I let out a groan. From the loss of the plant or the pain in my ankle, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t going to leave the mess and I definitely needed to replace the plant and hope that Rowan didn’t have any sentimental attachment to it.
Oh, God, what if she did?
My ass still planted on the floor, because the turned over table and ruined plant hadn’t broken my fall, I grabbed for my purse to grab my phone. Pulling it out and testing the soreness of my ankle, I dialed Mystic.
“Hey, Molly.”
“That plant in the silverish, bluish pot near the foyer, is that special to Rowan?” I asked, forgoing a greeting.
“Uh…uhm, I’m not sure,” she answered. “Why?”
I told her what happened. “I’m at their place, watering their plants, checking on expired food, and all that jazz, and on my way out, my heel got caught on that stupid Persian Isfahan in the foyer, and everything came crashing down around me.
“Are you okay?” she automatically asked.
“I’m fine.”I think.“I just need to know that plant wasn’t some…gesture of sympathy from some dead aunt’s funeral or something.”
“I honestly don’t know, Molly,” she said. “It’s not anything I can remember talking about.”
“If it’s just a regular houseplant, I can run out and replace it,” I told her. “But if it’s not, then I need to know how big I should go on the forgiveness diamonds.”
Mystic laughed. “It was an accident, Molly. I’m sure Rowan will care more that you’re okay than a plant.”
“Unless it’s her dead aunt’s plant,” I argued.
She laughed again. “If anyone will know, it’ll be Grayson. Do you have his number?”
“No. Why would I?” And I winced at little at the automatic defensiveness in my voice. I never told Mystic or Rowan that I had slept with Grayson the night of the wedding. And unless Grayson’s told anyone, it was our dirty little secret.
