And came some more.
CHAPTER 27
MOLLY
No matter how much she ignored it, the knocking on her front door was not stopping.
Molly pulled herself out of bed and glanced at the clock. Okay, fine, it was past seven a.m., but it was also one of the days Ollie didn’t have school, so they’d stayed up late while he watched all the old Indiana Jones movies and she recorded a whole slew of new videos for her dating show.
Turned out, even though she had a wreck of a love life, she could still give advice. That was one of the funny parts of life, she figured—when you can’t do, teach. Or something like that.
Four days.
No Gavin contact. Molly’s choice.
He hadn’t texted her. Hadn’t called. She hadn’t, either.
He’d clearly moved on. So, here she was.
The good news? She still held on to first place in the competition and held steady there. Agnes and Charlie and their commitment to each other was a total hit—even if she made her updates without Gavin.
She felt a little bad—a lot bad—that the other couple hadn’t worked out.
Also, the house a street over? It went under contract.
Not with her as the buyer, either.
The numb was such, she didn’t even care. Which meant that eventually she knew she’d start to feel things again, and then she’d care. She’d care a whole lot.
She pulled her hair back in a band and tugged her robe tight around her as she skedaddled down the steps to the front door.
Rachel.
She pulled open the door, and her friend immediately thrust a box of Voodoo donuts at her. “I come bringing donuts.”
Molly snagged the box. She could forgive the wake-up pounding since it meant she got donuts. The good kind, too. Voodoo donuts were worth waking up for.
She snagged a glazed one with strawberry frosting and dried strawberries crushed on top like sprinkles.
“What’d I do to earn this?” Molly asked around her nibbles of gluten-y sugar.
Rachel pursed her lips.
“Oh.” Molly chewed. Swallowed. “Is this the Gavin thing?”
“The Gavin thing?” Rachel asked, unamused.
Molly had two choices. One, break down and cry again. Let all those messy emotions and thoughts and dreams spill over her friend. Or two, keep those assholes locked up tight and move on with life.
Door number two, thank you very much.
“Ollie’s still sleeping?” Rachel asked, making herself at home as she moved through Molly’s living room to the kitchen, and flicked on the coffee pot.
She knew as well as Molly that Molly would’ve prepped it the night before for ease of morning caffeine consumption. That’s definitely the kind of thing best friends knew about each other.
“We had a late night. I was working. He was on a Harrison Ford bender.” Molly sat at the table since Rachel had decided to play barista.
She swiped at the strawberry cream with her fingertip, letting the flavors play on her tongue.
