“I want to come get you, Molly. I’ll come pick you up in my truck. We can get something to eat and talk.”
She sobbed on the phone. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” Baz tried to recall what JJ had told him about her conversation with Molly. He wanted to feed that delusion. “We need to see each other again. It’s been too long.”
“We can be a family, right?”
“Of course we can,” he lied. “You, me, and Sebastian Junior.”
“You can’t be friends with Jessica anymore.”
“I know.”
“She lies to you about me.”
“Molly, let me come get you, please.”
JJ stood upright and gave him a thumbs-up before she grabbed her phone and left the room. She stood in the hallway, her phone pressed to her ear.
“Tell me where you are, Molly,” Baz told her, this time more insistently. “I don’t want to talk about this on the phone anymore. I want to see you. Tell me so I can come get you.”
“Do you promise, Sebastian?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Again, there was talking while the phone was covered. The only word he could make out wasgo.
“What’s going on, Molly?” he asked.
“Sonny’s leaving,” she said. “I told him to go so you can pick me up.”
Shit. He needed Sonny to stay there.
“Why does he have to leave?”
“He loves me, Sebastian. He wants to make sure I’m safe. He said he’ll watch over me. That if you don’t show up to get me, he’ll take care of me.”
Goddammit.
“He should stay there until I get there. I’d like to meet him, Molly.”
“No. He’s protecting me.” Her voice changed, shifting from hopeful to determined, possibly angry. “I told him if you don’t come to get me, that he needs to kill Jessica.”
Fuck.
“She’s confusing you, Sebastian. She has to go. They were supposed to arresther. Not you. That was her orange juice, not yours. You don’t like orange juice.”
Says who?Baz had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
“Once she’s out of our lives, we can be happy, Sebastian. I’ll show you.”
“Keep her talking,” JJ said in a hushed tone.
“It’s gonna take me a few minutes, Molly.” Baz got out of bed, ensuring she heard that he was moving around. “I have to get dressed.”
“You should wear jeans, Sebastian. You look better in jeans than anything else.”
Since he’d never worn anything else, he wasn’t sure what she was comparing it to, but he didn’t bother to ask. He didn’t fucking care.
