No. Those were specifically marketed as a breakfast item. “I’m not sure I agree with that.”
“I know.” She held up her hands. “It’s not on-brand. But I’ve even had them with ice cream andthatis a true treat.”
He kicked off from the doorframe, ready to go grab the apple cinnamon. He’d save the blueberry for breakfast with the waffles he’d promised. “I’m a little in shock that you like my toaster tarts.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
Well, if he had his way, they would. “Molly?”
“What?”
He needed to say this. Needed to get it out there. “I like you.”
She paused, loading the toothbrush with the paste. She turned. Gave him a full glance—up, then down. “Well, you’re growing on me, too.”
“Why do you sound so unhappy about that?” he asked.
She sighed, bit at her lip. “Because I don’t know what to do with it.”
Oh, well, then he’d just have to show her.
…
Molly had sex with Gavin.
Technically, if she wanted to get precise about it, she’d had sex multiple times with Gavin.
She buried her head in the pillow before mentally kicking herself for shirking her responsibilities as a mother and not stressing about what her son was doing every moment they were apart.
She’d left her phone on all night, just in case, but she still rose from the bed, pulled a blanket to her chest and tiptoed to find her purse in the mess of clothes on the floor.
“Molly?” Gavin asked, his voice sleepy. He lifted his head from the bed, rumpled and yummy even first thing in the morning, which was totally unacceptable.
“I’m checking on Ollie,” she said. Also, she’d take a teensy-tiny peek at her latest contest standings. “Go back to sleep.”
“Is he okay?” Gavin sat up, the sheet falling to his waist and exposing a swath of abdominal muscles that a man who was a dad and who wasn’t Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson had no business having.
She did a quick check, and there were no emergency messages. She sent a quickgood morningto him and waited for the reply.
It came within moments.
He was fine. Having Captain Crunch with his buddy and getting all sugared up before coming home later.
“He’s okay.” She smiled at the screen, tapped out a motherly, eat-a-vegetable-or-something-healthy message before sliding right on over to check her standing.
She growled. Still second. Ugh. She should’ve done two videos with the hair and makeup. Probably should’ve had Gavin join her, too.
She tucked the phone back in her purse.
Gavin was still sitting up in bed, his heavy-lidded gaze pinned to her.
“Are you coming back?” he asked, the timber of his voice low and rumbly and really yummy.
Then it hit her.
She was morning-haired Molly.
Oh God. She wasmorning-haired Molly.
