Page 42 of Our Shattered Pieces
“On Monday, I chalked it up to being jet lagged still and having to get organized at work after my vacation, but you’ve been very distant and distracted since Monday, Molly. I’m worried.”
My shoulders relaxed and I smiled at my sister-in-law. “Rowan, I’m fin-”
“Don’t lie,” she interrupted. “You are not fine.”
“Yeah,” Mystic grumbled. “You kind of look like crap.”
I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Gee, thanks.”
Mystic grinned. “You’re still beautiful, but for those of us who know you, you look a little worse for wear, Molly.”
I let out a deep sigh. The misery was settling in my bones, and that wasn’t a good thing. I could admit I fucked up, but I didn’t know how to fix it. Grayson deserved an apology, but family get-togethers were going to be hell once he learned everything.
“Guy problems,” I confessed. “Just some…issues.”
Rowan grabbed the seat of her chair and scooted her ass closer to my desk, and Mystic followed suit. “With Grayson?”
Surprise erupted all over my face as I felt my eyes practically bugging out. “What?”
Mystic snorted. “Oh, please, woman,” she drawled out. “Do you honestly believe none of us noticed how you two disappeared after the reception?” Rowan nodded in agreement. “We just figured you guys wanted to tread carefully, seeing as how your siblings are married to each other, but I was under the assumption that you’ve been dating since the wedding.”
“Me, too,” Rowan added.
Well, hell.
“Well-wait, hold up.” I looked at Mystic. “Where are the boys?”
She grinned. “I told Gage I needed some girl time, so he had me drop them off with him at his office.”
“Your gazillionaire husband had you drop your twins off at his office, in the middle of his workday, because you told him you needed girl time?” She nodded. “Holy shit, Mystic.”
“Give it up, Molly,” Rowan interjected. “Don’t go hoping for that kind of devotion because it doesn’t exist outside Mystic’s marriage.”
I arched a brow. “My brother dropping the ball?”
Rowan laughed. “Your brother’s perfect. Just not as crazy as Gage.”
“That’s debatable,” Mystic huffed.
“Okay, okay,” Rowan chuckled. “Back to Molly and Grayson.”
I looked over at Mystic. “For the record, we haven’t been dating since the wedding,” I clarified. “That night had been meant to be a one-time thing, but…recently we’ve reconnected.”
“The plant fiasco?” she asked.
I nodded. “When I called him to help me replace the plant, well…” I shrugged.
“Wow, I guess my plantsarespecial,” Rowan teased.
“So, what happened?” Mystic asked. “Shouldn’t you guys be super-honeymooning it right now?”
“I just…I just don’t think he’s the guy for me.” I looked over at Rowan. “No offense.”
“None taken,” she replied easily. “I’m just surprised because he really is a good guy, brother or not.”
“It’s not that,” I told her. “Or maybe it is.”
“How do you mean?” Mystic asked.
