Gavin stiffened behind her, pulling her tighter against him.
“How soon?” he asked.
“Once we get Molly her matchmaking money, we’re going to put our houses on the market,” Charlie said. “Depends on how long they take to sell.”
In this market, at the right price, they’d go in a day. Molly knew this because she’d been monitoring the market like it was her job. As long as they didn’t use that real estate agent who priced things so high, they’d be golden.
She had all but won this matchmaking contest.
A rousing success.
Except, she didn’t feel like she was winning.
This felt like loss. Big loss.
“Do you both mind if we head out a little early?” Gavin asked, still holding Molly close to him. “I’m not feeling well.”
“You’re not feeling well?” Molly turned so she faced him. “What’s wrong?” She pressed the back of her hand against his forehead.
No fever.
He looked fine. Sounded fine. Didn’t seem faint or flushed or sweaty.
“I just need a little rest,” he said, his eyes understanding. Understanding.
Dammit, everyone was understanding here. How could she fix the understanding whenshedidn’t really understand?
“We should go, then,” she agreed. “So you can rest.” She looked back to Agnes and Charlie. Charlie had taken a similar position behind Agnes, tucking her against his side.
Molly gestured between her and Gavin. “We’re gonna go. Gavin’s not feeling well.”
Agnes nodded. Charlie pursed his lips and nodded, too.
“Great.” Molly beamed a smile. “And I’m so excited for you both.” She was, mostly. Just not super excited for herself amid all their excitement.
She grabbed her knitting basket that came with the lesson, which didn’t make sense because, really, what was the point? She wasn’t going to actually knit anything.
Maybe she’d give it to Cassidy the next time they bumped into her. Yes, that was a great idea. She snatched her purse and headed for the exit. For the air outside.
Unfortunately, Cassidy was loading up her daughter and a whole lot of yarn into her…white Escalade. Cassidy and her gorgeous daughter and an entire bag of unicorn knitting supplies parked right next to Gavin in matchy-matched SUVs.
They didn’t take Molly’s car because…yeah, still in the shop.
No surprise there that they had the same taste in vehicles. Things would be so much easier when they eventually went car shopping together as husband and wife.
Molly needed away.
“Molly?” Cassidy asked. “Hey, are you okay?”
Molly didn’t reply. Not because she was trying to be rude, but because she needed to get out of there.
“She’s having a rough minute,” she heard Gavin say behind her, but she stopped listening.
Since she wasn’t particularly good at running away, she turned around just in time to see Gavin and his middle of the sidewalk chat with Cassidy.
She needed to walk away so he could have his future.
So Agnes could have her future.
