Epilogue
Drew woke up to someone in his kitchen. He drew in an irritated breath and rubbed his eyes. Bethany was sleeping soundly beside him.
He pulled back the covers and got out of bed, walking over to the small kitchenette area to grab some freshly made coffee.
“Well at least the two of you are fully clothed,” Molson commented as he cracked an egg on the side of a pan. “Looks like you convinced Sugar to stay with you.”
“Again, did I ever say you were welcome here?” Drew looked at his brother in mild curiosity. He and Bethany had spent most of the night talking before finally falling asleep. They’d been plotting out a future together. Drew had never been happier. Not that he was going to tell his little brother that.
“Since I’m cooking you breakfast, I think it might be okay,” Molson shrugged, taking a sip of his own mug of coffee. “If she don’t wake up, you could even bring her breakfast in bed and say it was all you’re doing.”
“I think she’d notice the third mug,” Drew leaned against the counter. He watched Molson getting all domestic, cooking breakfast. “I want to thank you for your help the day that we brought Bethany to the hospital. She could have died.”
Molson shrugged. “She didn’t. It’s all good.”
“No, it’s not,” Drew was serious. “Thank you. I mean it.”
“Does that mean I can borrow the bike for longer?” Molson shot him a crooked smile.
“You can keep the bike,” Drew offered. It was a pittance for what Molson had done. Bethany meant more to Drew than his Harley.
“Nah,” Molson looked back at Bethany sleeping soundly in bed. “Sugar there is gonna like that bike. I think you and her are gonna go for some fun rides on it. I’d hate to take that away from you both.”
“She’s not going to want to ride the bike,” Drew shook his head. “She’s too classy for that. And her name is Bethany.”
Molson grinned. “She’s a high society girl with a bad dude boyfriend. Well, bad in her opinion cuz she ain’t got nothing to compare you to. She’s gonna want to ride the bike.”
“You think so?” Drew frowned as he looked at Bethany.
“I know so,” Molson pushed food around the pan. “She gonna love that bike. Until she gets pregnant. Speaking of, you should get to a store sometime.”
Drew looked at Molson in amazement. “You’ve been filching condoms from me?”
“Once in a while. In an emergency. What’s left of yours are out of date by the way, since you’ve stopped buying them a while ago,” Molson served some food on a plate. “Unless you want little ones running around sooner rather than later, you need to get some. Then again, that might just be the way to keep Sugar with you.”
“I can’t believe you,” Drew accepted the plate of food from his brother. “How long have you been stealing my stuff? Did you take that Yankee’s shirt I used to have, or did I really lose it in the laundry room?”
“I can’t believe you’re such a crappy detective that you never noticed anything missing in your own apartment,” Molson stuck a pair of sunny side up eggs between two toast and crunched on them.
“I take it back, you little kleptomaniac,” Drew groused. “You can’t borrow the bike.”
Molson laughed. “Too late.”
“Hey,” Drew shushed him. “Let her sleep.”
“You gonna make Sugar there my new sister-in-law?” Molson asked with a sly glance at Drew. “If I was you, I’d put a ring on her real quick before she changes her mind.”
“The notion has crossed my mind,” Drew admitted.
“She has got you wound up in knots,” Molson looked at her. “She is beautiful.”
“Yes, she is,” Drew glanced at his brother. “Leave her alone.”
“You think I got a shot with her?” Molson grinned. He enjoyed pushing his brother’s buttons.
“No,” Drew said sharply.
“You should see your face,” he smiled without remorse. “All jealous over a little Sugar.”
