“Liam…” Her voice was breathy.
I thought I was imagining it, until she said it again, clearer this time.
Fuck me.
I imagined how she looked right now. Sitting on her knees on her bed, her purple vibrator tucked between her legs as she pleasured herself. I’d sell my soul if it meant I got to take its place.
As hard as it was for me to do, I closed the app, not wanting to invade Molly’s privacy any further. It was my job to protect her, not be some creepy weirdo listening to her pleasure herself through a camera feed.
Even with the audio gone, I could still hear it, over and over again in my head. Was it getting hot in this Jeep with the AC blasting, or was it just me?
I adjusted my now painfully tight pants.
Beyond wanting to pretend I’d never heard Molly at all, I was hyperfixated on one thing in particular—she’d been moaningmyname.
I wanted to know why it was my name she’d been calling out, but there was no way I could ask without explaining how I even knew. This was the worst possible position—stuck somewhere between a million questions and no way to get a single answer.
That’s why, later that night, while I was gripping myself in the shower, I called out her name—just like she’d called out mine.
Chapter 20 – Molly
I did a bad thing. A very bad thing.
Last night, when I was… um, pleasuring myself, I got extra worked up and moaned—no, screamed—Liam’s name.
I didn’t have any reason for this irrational behavior other than the fact that I had the hottest baby daddy on the planet. The man was a walking Calvin Klein ad. He was also a walking red flag. And that was my dilemma, right? I mean, it wasn’t fire-truck red like it had been in the beginning. It was more of a faded red now, like the booths at the Twisted Spur.
But still. Why had he been such a jerk in the beginning? Honestly, it would’ve helped if he had stayed a jerk. But he hadn’t. He’d become this really kind, apologetic jerk who cared about how I felt, fixed things around my house, and took me on ice cream dates and sunset-watching trips. Oh, and secretly took a picture of me on all his military deployments. The same thing all other guys on the planet did for girls they weren’t even dating—ones they just liked.
Either way, I could never admit what I had done. Not even to Ellie or Cassie. Some secrets had to go to the grave. This was one of them.
So off to work I went, acting as if none of that wild business had happened last night.Fake it ’til you make it, Molly McKinley.
Today, it was just me at the bakery, so I was praying for a slow day. Clara had a doctor’s appointment in Great Falls, and it would be an all-day trip. She deserved the day off anyway; she worked her ass off every single day.
I wrapped my apron around my baby bump, tying it in the back.
With the Open sign flipped in the window, my day had officially begun.
It was business as usual until around noon, when Jace showed up.
“As much as you keep showing up, you could at least buy something.”
“I’m just checking on you. Liam told me you’d be here alone today, and alarm bells immediately went off in my head.”
“I’m fine, loser. It’s been months since the break-in. Liam said the guy wasn’t even in the system. Probably some idiot who got a wild hair and backed out at the last second. I’m starting to think all these cameras and panic buttons were for nothing.”
“You can never be too careful,” he said.
“Now you’re starting to sound like Liam.”
“What’s he been up to lately?” Jace asked.
“Working, I guess. He keeps himself busy doing whatever it is that Liam does.”
“Have you thought about whether you’re going to forgive him or not?” There was something lingering in his tone.
“Miss your friend?”
