“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Somehow, he believed that. For all her banana bread toaster tart Momster qualities, his mother would do everything possible to ensure those she loved were happy.
Her brand of happy. But her brand of happy was usually from the heart. He couldn’t fault her for that.
Turned out, though, he could manipulate the situation. With Molly’s help.
This would not suck.
CHAPTER 14
MOLLY
“Look who is so tan.” Molly got a running start before embracing her very best friend in the whole wide world. The friend who was fresh home from her honeymoon.
A week apart and so much had happened—cough Gavin
cough—and Molly just really missed Rachel.
“I missed you.” Rachel squeezed harder. “I’m never getting married again. It’s exhausting.”
“I could say something,” Travis said, sauntering by, “but it would probably be inappropriate.”
Molly released Rachel before turning her attention to Travis as she moved into their house. “How are you, stud?”
“I am good, gorgeous.” He slung his arm around Molly, leading her inside. The arm sling thing was allowed since he was totally in love with her best friend, so this was one-hundred percent platonic.
Travis released her to head to the kitchen. She really, seriously hoped he was going to mix up a pitcher of margaritas.
“Where’s Ollie?” Rachel dropped to the super comfortable sofa in her living room.
“Hanging out with Agnes.” When she’d left, there was an intense game of Connect Four going on in Agnes’s kitchen.
“What’s new in Mollyland?” Travis asked. And thank hell he had a bottle of Patron in his hand.
“Well…” Oh, where to start on all the shiny new things in her life? “I’m still the queen of bad decision land.”
Rachel made a come here motion. “Talk to me.”
“I should wait for the other girls, that way I don’t have to repeat myself.” Also, safety in numbers when Molly announced to her best friend that she was in a relationship of serious inconvenience with her ex-husband-slash-now-super-complicated-brother-in-law.
Rachel shook her head, and her eyes sparkled. “I think you should tell me.”
She said those words way too slowly, like she knew something. Already knew something…
“Oh my God. He told you.” Was killing a man who wasn’t really a boyfriend considered an act of passion?
Rachel pursed her lips and gave a subtle headshake.
“He didn’t tell me.”
“He told me.” Travis handed Molly a chilled glass of what she hoped to hell had lotsa liquor in it. “I told Rach,” he finished.
“What—” Molly lifted the magnificent margarita to her lips and took a giant slug. She’d walked the blocks over since she figured there would be cocktails and, also, the whole car on its last leg thing. “What exactly do you know?”
“I don’t know that that’s the point,” Rachel said, dodging the question.
“I think it’s precisely the point.” Molly didn’t mean to growl. Not really. Gavin just brought that out in her.
