“She doesn’t,” Agnes said, Charlie’s grumpy rubbing off on her, still in full force.
“I agree with Agnes here.” Gavin slung his arm around Molly and pulled her into his side, giving her a solid kiss on
the temple and whispering, “Knock it off, Mol.”
Cassidy took in the whole scene. Then she laughed. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s great to see you both again. So soon, too.” She tugged on Gabby’s hand. “Let’s go find your unicorn yarn. Bye everyone.”
“What in the devil is going on here?” Charlie asked when Gavin and Agnes both continued glowering at Molly like she did when Ollie tracked mud on the carpet.
“I’m just trying to make sure everyone is happy.” Molly addressed Charlie, because—for the first time—he was the least grumpy in the crowd.
“We’re not all your responsibility,” Agnes said. Um, yes they were. “Yes, you most certainly are.”
Agnes gave Charlie the basics of Molly’s little first-date issue. Gavin added in some points that really were not incredibly pertinent. For whatever reason, he was totally ignoring the obvious. Not that she’d set him up against his will… She’d just lead him in the right direction so he could see he was wrong, and she was right.
Molly was seriously considering an attempt at the knitting thing again, just so she could stare at her hands and have a reason to do it.
“Agnes and I decided it’s not gonna work out,” Charlie announced.
Hold up, what?
Things were finally going Molly’s way… They couldn’t wreck that now. Right? Dammit.
“You decided.” Agnes gritted her teeth.
“Why aren’t you going to work out?” Molly asked, feeling a little more light-headed.
She needed them to hang tight for just a scooch longer.
Really, though, she’d like them to hang tight for forever. “Because Agnes won’t come with me to see my kids,”
Charlie grumped.
What on earth was he talking about?
“Move with you.”
Was Molly the only one lost here? She was seriously traipsing off the map without a compass.
“He wants you to move with him? Where?” Molly asked, making an attempt to follow along.
“Minnesota.” Agnes glared at him.
Oh. Well, hell. Minnesota was not up the street.
Molly held her breath, then forced herself to actually breathe.
“And I’m going to marry her so it’s legal and all,” Charlie said this like he was being forced to order liver and onions for dinner instead of a yummy steak.
Charlie had been in their lives for like a second in the scheme of things. He couldn’t just ask Agnes to marry him. Could he?
Molly’s heart thumped a quick beat in her chest because he could totally ask Agnes to marry him. She could say yes. Then they could have a happily ever after together. A happily ever after where they’d be…well, happy. Happy was wonderful.
Except, Molly figured happily ever after didn’t leave her…alone.
“Did he ask you to marry him?” Molly asked, setting aside her own feelings to evaluate later, when she was alone. “He told me.” Agnes glowered at Charlie. “He did not ask.”
That was not a good way to propose marriage. Not good at all.
