“I don’t believe that.” Molly turned her eyelids to slits. “I’m certain he knows you have an ulterior motive.”
“Of course he does! But things are still cementing. Right now we’re just sand cookies waiting to ferment.”
“I don’t even know how to respond to the sand cookie thing.”
“He needs to be in this long enough to realize he’s in love with me.”
“Is he in love with you?” Molly asked, because it seemed pretty early for that.
“Well, not yet,” Agnes conceded. “But he will be.” She shoved her hands on her hips. “I get the man; you get the money. We all end up happy.”
“Except Peter.”
“Who we will deal with.”
“Er…” He seemed like the kind of person Molly would be friends with, and Agnes seemed a little scary right now. “How do you propose we deal?”
Whatever the answer coming her direction, she was leery.
“We need a gimmick.” Agnes’s scary turned to a twinkle, like she was seriously considering shoving a Skittle up her nose.
“No.” Molly shook her head. “We don’t.”
“You need somebody to talk to on there.” Agnes waved her hand toward the laptop. “They’ve got all this chatter together. You’ve just got your laptop and a few pictures from our date. They weren’t even printed off!”
Uh…okay. Well… She could print off photos and… “You wanna come on with me?”
“Notme.” Agnes made big eyes at her, like Molly was being intentionally dense.
“Okay, spell it out.” Molly did a finger brush of her untamed hair before pulling it into a high bun with an elastic hairband from the pocket of her bathrobe.
“You and that Gavin boy were quite cozy last night.” Agnes waggled her eyebrows. “The wattage was impressive.”
No they weren’t. No it wasn’t. And what was with Agnes’s eyebrow dance?
What was she suggesting?
Molly ticked her head to the side. Yes, it did seem Agnes was suggesting Molly invite Gavin onto the video log.
Okay, so…
“First, Gavin isn’t a boy.” She began counting off her points one finger at a time, starting with her pinky.
“Very true, indeed.” Agnes nodded.
Good, they could agree on that.
“Second,” Molly continued. “We’re barely learning to be in the same room together without a desire to throttle the other. Therefore, I’m not asking him to come talk about your budding relationship with Charlie.”
“Yes.” Agnes clapped her hands. “Excellent idea. Tell him to pose as your boyfriend. Everyone will eat. It. Up.”
Wait. What? No.
“I said it’s abadidea. What you just suggested makes it even worse.” Molly was not going to be spending any time with Gavin intentionally. Especially not time spent posing as a couple. “Even if I wanted to invite him, what would the context be? How would I explain who he is?” She gave up ticking off reasons on her fingertips and went with talking with her hands instead. “This is Gavin.” She pointed to an imaginary nobody beside her. “He used to be married to my best friend. Now he’s not.” She did a Vanna White pose. “I used to hate him, but now I’m questioning the reasons. Pretend relationship time! Stay tuned for more details.”
“That’s the spirit.” Agnes smacked her knee. “You’re getting it. Everyone will eat this up. You two could end up with your own radio show!”
Again, before seven a.m. things made no sense.
