But what could she expect from one of the heirs to the Puffle Yum Toaster Tart fortune? Nothing he did seemed to be small.
On that note, she was going to stop thinking because she didn’t need to think about Gavin’s size.
“Wait until I stop to get out, yes?” She pulled into the driveway, giving instructions because the boys tended to be three steps ahead of her even if it meant they might get their tootsies run over.
They all made noises of discontent, but they did pause until she came to a complete stop next to a Cadillac parked in the drive.
She could tell it cost the kids to sit tight any longer, what with all the bouncing going on during those last moments. But they waited until she put the car in park.
Kellan and Brady piled out of the car, running toward the front door.
“Can we stay?” Ollie asked, using his puppy dog eyes. The ones that usually got him his way.
“No.” She shook her head. “I’ve got work to do tonight.” A few sponsors to check in with and a new speaking gig that looked promising. “And I need to deliver Agnes’s dinner.”
Agnes owned the duplex where Molly and Oliver lived. She’d become a mainstay in Molly’s life since Ollie was born, especially since Molly’s parents liked to travel a whole lot. They were always on the road in their RV, leaving Agnes to be a voice of ever-changing reason in Molly’s life. Agnes was getting older and sometimes she forgot to eat dinner. So Molly had grabbed an extra burger for her favorite landlady.
Evelyn—Gavin’s mother—met the boys at the front door.
Molly really liked Evelyn. “Maybe we can stay for just a minute.”
Ollie let out a whoop to rival Kellan’s from earlier and chased after his friends.
Molly followed behind. “Hey, Evelyn.”
Evelyn’s eyes lit when they saw her. “Miss Molly.”
“The boys had a good time,” she said, absolutely not looking around Evelyn to see if Gavin was home. “They had a little too much ice cream for dessert, but you know how it is.”
“I do.” Evelyn moved to let Molly through. “Come in. Come in.”
Molly shook her head. “I just wanted to say hi. We’ve got to get home.”
Evelyn made a tsk sound. “Nonsense, come in and have a cup of tea.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” Molly brushed away a stray curl as the wind blew across her face.
“Gavin won’t be home for a bit yet.” Evelyn leaned in like she was ready to share a state secret. “He’s on a date.”
Oh, well. That was nice. Good for him.
Molly ignored the feeling like she was a balloon with the air being let out because that was an absolutely ridiculous way to feel about not seeing someone she was only mildly tolerating at this point. It’s not like she’d actually stopped to get him a fruit bouquet, anyway.
“That sounds fun,” she said, keeping her tone light and perky and oh-so very fun.
She’d bet that he didn’t set the woman up with someone else while they were out. That probably wasn’t something he did. Just something she did.
“So you’ll stay.” This was not a question from Evelyn; it was a statement. The kind of statement that did not allow for debate.
“Sure,” Molly said, following her inside.
Ollie and his friends took off to the backyard, two golden retrievers following in hot pursuit.
Even though she’d been invited in, a feeling along her spine that she shouldn’t be there tickled.
She’d never been past the front foyer of Gavin’s house. This was by choice. Picking the kids up and dropping them off never necessitated diving further into the home of her best friend’s ex.
Also, he’d never asked her in.
