“A … umm … we had a class together.”
JJ pretended that made perfect sense. “Are you dating?”
“Oh, no.” Molly smiled shyly. “It’s not like that. We’re just friends. He knows my heart belongs to someone else.”
Since JJ didn’t know whether a convo about Baz would trigger the woman’s crazy, she decided to change the subject. “So, where did Sonny go?”
“To get food. I haven’t had breakfast.”
Yeah, me either, because your creepy boyfriend made me drop it on the ground.
“Are you comfortable?” Molly asked, her gaze shifting to the ropes tied around JJ’s wrists.
“Not too bad. Although I should warn you, it won’t be long before I have to pee.” She forced a smile. “You know how it is to be pregnant.”
“Oh, definitely,” Molly said with a smile that looked as though she was thrilled to be included in some pregnancy club. “I always had to pee. It sucks, huh? Having to get up in the middle of the night all the time.”
JJ nodded, still maintaining her forced smile. She wasn’t interested in making nice with this girl, but she was curious why she was here. She just wasn’t certain she should out and out ask Molly. Then again, it might be the only way to get to the point before the peanut was born.
“What did Sebastian tell you about me?” Molly asked, her gaze skimming the room before landing on JJ again.
The spot they’d chosen for their hideout left a lot to be desired. The only thing it had going for it was that it seemed to have air conditioning. Since it was August, any place without would be a sweatbox by ten.
“Before we get into that, could you tell me why I’m here, Molly? If you wanted to have a conversation, you could’ve met me for coffee or somethin’.” JJ flopped her hands since her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair. “I’m not sure why I need to be tied up.”
“You would’ve met me for coffee?” Molly asked, her eyebrows lowering.
It was the first reaction other than exuberant hope that JJ had noticed.
Not on your life, honey.“Why wouldn’t I? But I didn’t realize we had anything to talk about.”
“We do,” Molly said firmly. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Like?”
“Sebastian.”
“You mean Baz?”
Molly’s nose curled. “His real friends don’t call him that. He prefers to be called Sebastian.”
“Ah.” JJ knew when not to poke the bear. “Understood. So you wanted to talk about him? Sebastian?”
“I know who you are,” Molly said, and this time it sounded like an accusation.
JJ flopped her hands again. It seemed rather obvious. “I figured you did since…”You know, kidnapping!
“You’re the one who lied to Sebastian about me,” Molly stated. “You turned him against me.”
And there she was. The woman JJ had expected to meet. Gone was the sparkle in Molly’s eyes. Now there was a darkness that transformed her from cheerful cheerleader to raging psychopath.
JJ knew her only option was to talk her way out of this. “Honest, I didn’t talk to Ba—Sebastian about you. I promise. He … um … he always said you were off limits.”
That wasn’t a total lie. The topic of Molly had been off-limits because no one wanted to even think about her, much less have a conversation about her.
“He said that?”
JJ nodded.
