Page 17 of Where's Molly

Which is definitely annoying.

“He never got over you, ya know,” Silas says, bringing my attention snapping back to him. When my brows crease in confusion, he explains, “It took about three years and a really drunken night to admit that you both slept together that night.” His arms rise defensively. “Which I’m not judging either of you for. Anyway, he blabbered on about how he hasn’t been able to think of anyone else since. How every day, he would picture youshowing back up in the store. I guess, in a way, he’s been looking for you since you left, even if it was him that made you disappear.”

My heart clenches painfully. It’s a feeling that I understand.

Many nights, I questioned if I did the right thing by moving to Alaska. I would fantasize about what would happen if I went back and explored a different life—one with Cage.

If it would be as good as I thought it could be. But I talked myself out of it every time, convinced that changing the course of my life over one night with a man was entirely stupid and presumptuous.

I’d never been in a relationship beforehand, and certainly not after, so what the fuck would I know about what’s normal to feel after a one-night stand?

“He barely knew me,” I finally muster, clinging to the only excuse I have for the two of us always being drawn to each other the way we have. It was just one night. People don’t fall in love that quickly, and it would be insane to think otherwise.

“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”

I frown, contemplating that.

Cage reappears before I can wrap my head around that, and he slaps his hands on the counter to draw our attention.

“I have a few things to finish up for a client, and then I’m set to go,” he announces. Then, he tips his chin toward the back door. “Come back with me?”

Smiling tightly, I wave at Silas before following him through theback door.

My stomach flutters with nerves, and every time I look at Cage, I increasingly realize that maybe he’s more than just a man I slept with once.

And that is utterly terrifying.

For the next hour, I watch him work. He’s designing a new driver’s license for a client who will now reside in Maine.Black Portalis just a front, but his real job is making people disappear and reappear with an entirely new identity. New name, social security card, birth certificate, and state of residence.

Just like he did for me.

It’s fascinating to see what he does to legitimize their new life and make it seem as real as any other person.

“Why is this client disappearing?” I ask finally, when he’s almost finished.

He flicks his eyes toward me. “He killed his daughter’s rapist and murderer. He’s out on bail, but his lawyer is confident he’ll still serve about twenty-five to life for his crime.”

I chew on my lip. “You’re saving his life.”

Cage shrugs. “I’m just ensuring he has one. That’s all.”

He shuts his computer down, then turns to me on the chair.

“Let’s go grab some food, yeah? I know a great pizza place. They brew the best beer I’ve ever had.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m allergic to beer.”

His eyes round, and he looks almost devastated, which draws a smile to my lips.

“I’m so fucking sorry for you. They offer a few different cocktails.”

I shrug. “I’m just here for the pizza. You can thank yourself for that fixation.”

He grins, his eyes sparkling. “I’d like to think I’m responsible for a few fixations, but sure, we’ll start with pizza.”

My cheeks burn, his implication obvious. He’s implying his cock would be another, and fuck him for being right.

His wicked grin widens. “Come on, little ghost. Let’s go stuff that pretty little mouth.”

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