His gray suit appeared ruined, but maybe it could be salvaged by a good dry cleaner.
Gavin’s tux? He was certain it would be headed for the dumpster.
“I don’t particularly care for them myself,” Gavin said with a chuckle.
The last time he’d gotten wrapped up in wedding plans, it hadn’t worked out.
He’d spent most of his adult life searching out that elusive person who would complement him in the same way that he would complement her. Dakota—his former fiancée—was a good woman, and she deserved to be happy. Anger wasn’t a part of his memory with her. Things between them had been fine. Fine, however, wasn’t a relationship that lasted.
Hell, that’s what Molly had said on her show. The truth was the truth when it came to that gem.
He’d learned that the hard way.
However, lesson learned, and he would not make that mistake again.
He’d put himself on a relationship diet. No girls allowed.
CHAPTER 4
MOLLY
Four points. Probably five. More like a hundred. Maybe more.
Molly struggled to catch her breath in the thin mountain air.
Ollie’s fall could’ve been so bad. Seriously? Stuntman school?
Why couldn’t he choose something simple like baseball?
Something that didn’t require extra health insurance for upcoming emergency room visits.
She refused to think any further on it. Because if she so much as closed her eyes right now, she’d see her son falling backward into the lake, and she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to face that right in this moment.
Never mind the addition of the Gavin equation.
Gavin. Gavin, who she was supposed to hate. Gavin, who didn’t think twice about jumping in after her kid like Ollie was his own son.
She bit at the inside of her lips as she stepped around pebbles in the path back to the reception.
How many points did a guy get for saving her son’s life? Perhaps the word saving might be extreme—she could’ve been the one to dive in and grab him. But…she wasn’t the one.
Gavin was.
She deflated a whole heap at that.
He’d disappointed Rachel on more than one occasion. Made stupid decisions that affected her best friend’s life in multiple instances.
Molly was fundamentally required—best friend code—to loathe him.
Yet…
He’d spent all day watching the boys. He dove right into the lake after her kid with no hesitation. After it all? He wanted to ensure Ollie’s lake excursion didn’t affect Rachel’s day.
Giving Rachel that was something she’d never expected of him.
A lump lodged in her throat.
The caring about Rachel’s happiness, that changed things. Grr, perception was a total bitch sometimes. Like, for instance, now.
