“I gladly handed him over to the perfect woman.” Molly swayed her hips as she stepped to the tent. “I couldn’t have picked better for him if I’d planned it myself.”
Though…she sort of wished she’d felt some of Kaiya’s excitement toward the man. Even if he was much better off with someone perpetually prepared, who remembered to bring appropriate underwear.
“In fact,” Molly said, scanning the room and…yep, Dan had his eyes pinned to Kaiya, “I think he’s looking for you.”
Molly gave her friend a nudge toward her future. A future Kaiya had no problem stepping toward. “Molly,” Rachel called.
Molly strode toward her. “I’m so sorry. I got totally waylaid?—”
“Brady told me what happened.” Rachel crossed her arms. “He included the part about you and Gavin deciding not to disclose the events.”
Molly closed her eyes and shook her head. Best laid plans and all that…
“The situation is under control,” she assured her, opening her eyes once more.
Rachel quirked an eyebrow in that way only she could pull off. “Seriously?”
“It is.” Molly did her best attempt at lifting her eyebrow in the same way Rachel did, but she knew without even having to look in a mirror that she did not have that kind of facial muscle control.
“Brady said that Gavin was soaked and Oliver will probably never get to play Xbox again.”
Well. “That part is correct.”
If it were possible—and Molly wouldn’t have thought it could be—Rachel’s eyes got even kinder than their usual brand of nice. “He also said that he and Kellan played a pretty big role in the event that led to the soaking.”
“We haven’t done a full interrogation,” Molly said. Although, she was feeling the heat of Rachel’s inquisition.
“I’ll receive a full report of your interrogation?” Rachel leveled her stare at Molly. “As soon as it’s complete. Not after my honeymoon.”
“Of course,” Molly said, making a puh-sha sound with her lips. “It’s not like I’m going to work together with Gavin on long-term-punishment options. That’s your territory.”
Because that would require them to spend long-term time together.
“No cutting remark about my ex?” Rachel stood back, giving Molly a solid once-over.
Molly shook her head. “Not this time.” Not after what he’d done for Ollie.
“Is it possible you might actually not hate Gavin?” Rachel had an expression of awe.
“No,” Molly said, entirely too quickly. She paused, then said more slowly, “Maybe I’m learning to tolerate him. He did just jump into a lake for my kid. I can’t exactly give him shit after that.”
A wry smile played across Rachel’s lips. “Uh-huh. Okay. We’ll see how long this lasts before you’re ready to kick him in the nuts again. I’m betting…four hours?”
“Don’t you even get started with me when I’m trying to be grateful.” Molly shoved her hands on her hips and started toward the cake table. Were they serving the stuff yet? If not, she was totally going to indulge in a glass of champagne.
“Molly…” Rachel moved to catch up with her. “You know Ollie’s okay, right?”
Molly nodded. Swallowed. “Thanks to Gavin, he is.”
Her perception of the man could change, but the leopard wasn’t totally changing his spots. He was still Gavin. She was still Molly.
They were morally required to continue to be oil and water. Maybe after today—after what he did—she didn’t have to continue to hate Gavin.
But she wasn’t ready to like him, either.
CHAPTER 5
MOLLY
