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“But Grayson doesn’t love me,” I argued.
“How do you know?”
“It’s only been a week,” I reminded him.
Lorcan chuckled. “I chased Rowan for a year, and knew I was in love with her as soon as she gave me a chance. You have no idea how Grayson feels about you, or if he’s been harboring feelings for you since the wedding.”
“But-”
“Stop being a coward, Molly Cavanaugh,” he said sternly. “You’re better than that.”
He was right. I was being a coward. “Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. “I’ll…talk to him.”
Lorcan nodded. “And maybe make that appointment, too?”
I laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely making that appointment.” Lorcan smiled tenderly, and once again, I was so grateful for him. “Thank you, Lorcan.”
“Anytime, Molly Doll.”
Chapter 36
Grayson~
It was time to stop being a coward. Or maybe it was time to stop letting Molly be a coward. I had been prepared to give her some more space, and the opportunity for her to come to me, but after going crazy for a better part of the day, that idea was a no-go. And Rowan’s visit hadn’t helped, either.
When she had showed up at my house earlier, it hadn’t been to help her brother nurse a broken heart. No. It had been to tell me to get my ass out of my head and go get my girl. Rowan thought Molly was perfect for me, and she didn’t want to see it end before it had a chance to even begin.
Refusing to throw Molly to the wolves, I had taken full responsibility for whatever Rowan believed happened between us, and promised I’d fix it.
So, now, I was standing in front of Molly’s apartment door again, hoping she didn’t slam the door in my face.
Again.
When she didn’t answer by the third knock, I finally realized she might not be home. Molly was a busy woman and could be out doing any number of things. It was a Saturday night, for fuck’s sake. She might have another event, or just out enjoying her weekend after working so hard last night. Not to mention, this was the second time I’ve shown up at her door without calling first. And since that was what had set her off last time, I should probably count my lucky stars she wasn’t home.
Pulling out my phone to send her a text, my fingers froze when the front door finally opened. Looking up from my phone, I saw Molly standing in the doorway, her hair damp around her face, her robe held tightly against her body.
She looked fucking beautiful.
“Grayson?”
“Hey.” I waved my phone at her. “I was just going to send you a text.” I did my best not to wince. “I should have called first-”
Her entire body sagged, and I wanted to kick myself. “No, it’s…it’s okay.” She looked lost, and it was fucking killing me inside.
Fucking. Killing. Me.
“Do…uhm, did you want to come in?” I nodded, and she moved aside to let me in. “Uhm, just…I’ll go change…”
I shook my head, feeling stupid as fuck. “You can finish your shower if you want. I can wait.”
Molly shot me a grateful smile. “I’ll only be a few minutes,” she promised. “Uh, make yourself at home.”
I almost groaned. Making myself at home would be joining her in the shower, but since I couldn’t say that, I just nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” Molly turned and made her way back to that shower I knew so well, and instead of chasing after her-arrest record be damned-I went and sat on the couch and waited for her.
Grabbing the remote control, I turned on the television to ESPN. Normally, I was all about sports news, but right now, I was just doing my best to take the edge off my nervousness. Molly allowing me inside her apartment was a huge step, but the first thing I needed to make clear to her was that I hadn’t been on a date last night. And if Molly invited me in only to tell me she was happy for me for moving on, I was pretty sure I was going to lose my shit.
There was no moving on from Molly Cavanaugh.
