Page 50 of Our Shattered Pieces
A few minutes later, a fresh-faced Molly was walking into the living room, her hair piled on top of her head, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and another one of Lorcan’s huge t-shirts. This one actually had Cavanaugh Industries printed on the front.
When she walked over and sat down on the couch next to me, I picked up the remote control and turned the television off. And without any makeup on, it was easy to see the faint circles under Molly’s eyes, and that gave me hope. Maybe I was the reason she couldn’t sleep, and if that was the case, then I mattered to her.
“I need to say something first, okay?” She nodded, nibbling her bottom lip. “I wasnoton a date last night,” I told her. “We are all fellow teachers, and Brandy had chosen us to attend the fundraiser with her last night. But it wasn’t a date, Molly. I swear to you.”
“That’s not how it looked,” she quietly replied.
“I know. But truth be told, she actually as a thing for Darius, the guy who knew who you were.”
Her brows scrunched together. “Didn’t he have a wedding ring on?”
I nodded. “Darius is actually my best friend,” I said. “And he’s been with his wife for years. He’s also very much in love with her.” I shrugged. “But Brandy still has hearts in her eyes for him, for whatever reason.”
“Then why hang out with her?” Molly asked. “Doesn’t that send a wrong message?”
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly. “Darius just made me promise not to leave his side, so she didn’t try anything. So, I didn’t.”
“But you did,” she reminded me.
“I did,” I agreed. “But only that one time. The rest of the night I spent with him mostly.”
“What does his wife say about the other woman’s crush on her husband?”
I smiled. “Loraine is confident in her marriage. She doesn’t sweat other women because she knows Darius would never risk losing her for anything. He loves his wife, and he shows her how much every day.”
Her nose wrinkled. “He still shouldn’t hang out with that other woman.”
“I agree. But I think it’s a keeping-the-peace kind of thing since we all work together.”
Molly grimaced. “Well, his wife is a better person than I am, because I’m not sure I’d be okay with that same scenario if it were me.”
I grinned. “So, no hanging out with other women who want me?” I teased.
“Does it matter?” she asked seriously, and I knew it was time to get to the reason I was here.
“More than you know,” I answered, and I could swear I saw her shoulder relax a bit. “I’m here because we need to talk, Molly. If nothing else, for the simple fact that your brother is married to my sister.”
She nodded. “You’re right. We do.”
I leaned back against the couch and let out a deep breath. “Christ, there’s so much to unpack here, I’m not even sure where to begin.”
“I do,” she whispered sadly. “I…there’s something I need to tell you, Grayson.”
“Okay,” I replied, though I had a feeling that things were going to be everything but okay.
“But before I begin, I want you to know that I’m so terribly sorry for how I behaved on Monday. You didn’t deserve it, and…and I’ll understand if you want to be just friends after this.”
Like fucking hell.
“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”
Chapter 37
Molly~
You’d think that after sharing my shame with my brother, of all people, telling someone else would be easier. Or at the very least, not this hard.
But it was hard.
