“I didn’t lie. You’re welcome here.”
He placed his hand over his heart. “I should hope.”
“Wait, what about my cat? You’re supposed to be taking care of Francis Ford Coppola until I get back.” She took her cat most everywhere with her, but with her dad’s allergies, she’d had to set up a caretaker for the trip.
He rolled his eyes. “It’s so pretentious when you call him that.”
“Fine. Frankie. Where’s Frankie, George?”
“Your next-door neighbor agreed to feed him. I left him the key to your apartment. I hope that’s okay.”
“Seriously? Paul? That guy’s had his eye on my place ever since he moved in. He’s probably taking measurements as he plans my accidental drowning.” She locked the door behind them.
“I wondered about the tape measure.”
She slugged his arm. “Walk with me. We’re going to work.”
“We are? I didn’t know we had a job. I’m moving up in the world.”
They walked to the car. “Don’t get too excited. We work for free.”
“Well, you win some, you lose some.”
“Sing it, sister.”
As they drove through town to the clinic, George whistled low. “When you said Mayberry, you meant it.” He squinted at a woman outside the post office. “Is that Aunt Bea? Oh my lord, I think it’s Aunt Bea. Pull over. Let’s pause and say hi.”
“Stop that. I warned you what it was like here. You gotta admit though, it’s quaint. Not exactly a hipster dwelling, but cozy.”
“It’s more than quaint, Jordy. It’s downright adorable. How have you never brought me home with you before? I could find a nice boy and live here forever.”
“I haven’t been back here in years. This is not news to you.”
He nodded knowingly and then turned to her from the passenger seat, joking forgotten. “And you’ve been okay since you’ve been back?”
And then she understood. He wasn’t here on whimsy, to sightsee in the little-town-that-could. He was genuinely concerned for her and was here to make sure she was all right.
It spoke volumes to Jordan about their friendship. She reached across and scratched the back of his head. “I’m okay, Georgie. I promise.”
He nodded. Sincere moments like this one were rare between them. He then shook himself free of the emotion with an upshift in energy. Typical George. “Good. Because I want you to be. Now take me to work so I can earn my proverbial keep.”
*
It was just past noon and they were just hitting the traditional lunchtime lull at the bakeshop. Molly loved the lull. It gave her a chance to have a cup of coffee and regain her footing. Business would pick up again in about an hour or so, but they generally used the down time to catch up on whatever was running low in the display case and prep more dessert items as they moved away from breakfast pastries.
Molly drizzled some butter over a tray of blackberry pie bars and slid them into the oven. When she turned around, Eden was studying her with unusual focus. She glanced around, self-conscious. “Um, want to tell me why you’re looking at me like I’m your perplexing science project?”
“You’re different.”
Molly moved to the sink to wash her hands, shaking off the declaration. “I’m tired. Is that what you’re picking up on?”
“That could be part of it. Why are you tired, Molly? Tell the kitchen.” She gestured to the empty room.
Molly squinted in confusion. “You’re the only one here.”
“Work with me, sugar. What’s with the relaxed demeanor, the casual swagger, and the extra glow? Did you have sex last night? Is this sexed up Molly? Because I’ve never met her.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but the fact that Eden so had her number precluded any sort of protestation she could come up with. Instead, she stared. Lamely. Because that’s what she apparently did now. Gave in to herself and her every whim.
Eden extended her hand as a slow smile spread across her face. “Nice to meet you. I’m Eden.”
Molly swatted her hand away. “Fine. Yes. There was sex.”
Eden danced in a circle Rocky-style as Molly looked on.
“Are you done? Are you done dancing?”
“Almost.” She danced in a second circle. “Was it as good as you thought it would be? Was it as hot?”
She felt the small smile form on her lips.
Eden punched her in the arm gleefully. “Well, color me happy. It was, wasn’t it?”
“Better,” she said shyly.
Eden arched a highly interested eyebrow. “And everything’s good? You survived a very big step. Proud of you, you know.”
“Well…not entirely. I had kind of a breakdown afterward.”
Eden’s mouth fell open. “Not in front of Jordan?”
“God, no. After she left. There was this moment when it hit. The realization. And I crumbled.” She leaned against the counter as she tried to figure out how to better explain. “You have to understand, I’ve never been with anyone other than Cassie. And that’s forever changed now. Last night was kind of monumental, and I didn’t roll with the punches as well as I hoped I would.”
“Is it because you were with someone else? Or because you were with Jordan ?”
Well, if that wasn’t the million-dollar question. “Both. I think. I’ve always been a rule follower, Eden. You know this. I don’t cheat at Monopoly. I wait for the walk sign before crossing the street even when there aren’t any cars coming. I’ve never tried an illegal drug in my life. And sleeping with the sister feels like breaking a rule. There’s bound to be a no sleeping with the sister clause.”
Eden thumbed through an imaginary book in her hands. “Good news. I just checked and there’s not.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “It’s something I’m working through.”
“One thing at a time, honey. You can do this.” She pinched Molly’s cheek affectionately and went back to the salted caramel snicker doodles she was mixing. “I’m going to put on some music while we work. That cool?”
“Sounds great.”
Sixty seconds later, when the song “Let’s Talk About Sex” filled the room, Molly couldn’t help but laugh. And shake her hips subtly to the music.
As the day at the bakeshop came to a close and the sun began its slow descent in the sky, Molly sat on the bench outside watching the world head home around her. She looked down at her cell phone and smiled. She dialed quickly but got voice mail. That was okay; a message would do.
“This message is for a Jordan Tuscana. Sorry to bother you. This is Molly O’Brien, also known as the illustrious auction winner. That’s actually how I prefer to be addressed, by the way, ‘illustrious auction winner.’ I was calling to politely inquire about setting up a date and time to collect my winnings. See, I have a car that needs to be washed and a back porch that could be stained, and word on the street is that you’re surprisingly handy. I hope the street is right. Please get back to me at your earliest convenience. P.S. There’s possible lemonade. I emphasize the word possible.”
It was several hours later, while Molly was in the bathtub, that the reply must have come in. Wrapped in her cuddly white robe, she listened to the voice mail.
“Illustrious auction winner, thanks so much for your message. I wondered when you’d call in your winnings. In good news, the street doesn’t lie. I’ve won multiple car washing competitions. I made it to state in car washing when I was younger. If I remember correctly, I learned from the best. How do I know if this lemonade is any good?”
Molly dialed immediately and grinned when she got the outgoing message. “I’m going to let that lemonade comment go, as I actually won state in lemonade. I know. I’ll pause for your required reverence. What about tomorrow?”
She waited for her phone to buzz and when it did, she let the call roll over.
“I’d love to do manual labor tomorrow, but my schedule is bit tied up with a friend. Not that kind, auction winner. I know where your
mind goes. How about the day after? Looks to be a good car washing day. Tag. You’re it.”
She dialed back. “There’s nothing more I hate than being it. The day after tomorrow is perfect. I’ll start the lemonade. Four o’clock? Please confirm. I can’t stop tapping my foot until you do.”
“Calling to confirm. Cease the tapping. People will stare. I can’t even wait, by the way. And I mean that with the utmost of sincerity. Sweet dreams, auction winner.”
Molly smiled at the phone for a few moments before moving on to feed Rover. Things were looking up. She had a meeting with a possible distributor for her truffles, her dad had a good week and seemed to be on board with his diet, and she was carefully figuring out how to navigate the dicey Jordan scenario. It wasn’t the easiest of situations, but maybe it was because she was putting the cart before the horse. It wasn’t like she had to be in some sort of hardcore committed forever relationship with Jordan. They were enjoying each other’s company, and sewing a few wild oats in the process. And you know what? Sometimes oats needed to be sewn.
“Sewin’ a few oats,” she said to Rover to keep him in the loop. “That’s all.” But it registered somewhere in the back of her mind that it was Rover she was talking to nowadays, and not Cassie. She didn’t allow herself to dwell. As soon as the thought entered her head, she erased it.
Not something she was ready to deal with.
She was holding her own, and she intended to stay that way. In fact, she caught herself humming a tune as she headed down the hallway for bed. It was almost ten and she needed her sleep. And as she drifted off, she felt the presence of a small smile on her face.
Hope. That was the last cognizant thought she had before slumber took over. It turns out, there was hope.
Chapter Seventeen
When Molly arrived home from work the next day, Jordan was waiting on the front porch. It had only been a couple of days, but she was definitely a sight for sore eyes in a mouth-watering kind of way. She wore faded jeans with a hole in the left thigh, a white tank top underneath a pale blue shirt, that she wore open. And it just so happened to bring out the color of her eyes vibrantly.
After stealing a minute to take her in, Molly checked her watch. “Am I late? I thought we decided on four. I hate to be late.”
“Then you’re in luck because I’m early. I was free, so I thought I’d head over. I didn’t mind waiting. It’s such a gorgeous day. Just look.”
Molly took in her surroundings. Jordan was right. Applewood had offered up a pretty nice one. A total of two clouds in the sky, and just a slight breeze that happened every few moments. Spring was in the air, quite literally, and temperatures were rising.
“So, hi,” Jordan said, was that shyly? Jordan was never shy. It was adorable.
“Hi.” And for whatever reason, she didn’t quite know what was expected of her. Should she hug Jordan, pull her in and kiss her? Neither felt entirely right, so she stood rooted to the top step and smiled. Okay, so it was possible she was feeling a little nervous herself.
So stupid.
But then again, really it wasn’t.
Because this wasn’t Jordan the way she knew her. This was a new Jordan, and there was this unfamiliar dynamic between them that required finessing.
Jordan lifted a hand to shield the sun from her eyes. “I hear there’s a car that needs to be washed?”
“Oh, it most definitely does. And I should confess, it’s been a while. You came at the right time.”
Jordan trotted down the stairs and circled the car once. “Prepare to get your money’s worth. Where can I find supplies?”
Molly pointed to the garage. “Yonder.”
Jordan stared at her for a beat.
“What?”
“That was a cute moment for you. Very Molly.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I might.” Jordan shot her a killer smile as she lifted the door to the garage and headed in. And we’re back, Molly thought with a sigh of relief. Just like that, they’d picked up their old give and take.
As Jordan got set up, she headed into the house, changed into jeans and a T-shirt, and brought a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses onto the porch. That’s when she took a seat on the steps and took in the view.
And what a view it was.
After giving it a good spray down, Jordan leaned across the front of the car and lathered the hood with generous amounts of soap and water that also covered her arms and parts of her shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but as always, it wasn’t holding, and loose strands fell haphazardly around her face. Uncontrollably, her eyes drifted down Jordan’s body, taking in her low-slung Levi’s and the hole that offered a glimpse of the smooth skin beneath. Jesus, how was it that a woman was allowed to look the way Jordan did? It should be forbidden really, because it wasn’t fair to all those she came in contact with.
She watched for a while longer before Jordan turned and seemed to catch her in the act. Molly feigned sudden interest in the cracks in the sidewalk. “Well, what do you know? There are little pieces of grass growing in there. Amazing.”
Jordan tilted her head to the side. “You were so not staring at grass. I think you were checking me out.”
Molly blew out a breath to point out the lunacy of that comment. “Uh, no, I wasn’t.”
“You totally were. You were staring at my ass.”
Molly was quickly aware of the fact that her mouth had gone dry. “Maybe. But there’s no need to point that out.” In an attempt to move on from the topic, she poured a tall glass of lemonade for herself and one for Jordan who quickly headed over for it.
“Thanks,” she said, accepting the glass. She drank it down slowly as a tiny droplet of sweat made its way down her neck. So not helping her cause.
“You were right about the lemonade.”
Not finding her voice readily available, Molly nodded instead. Jordan shot her a questioning glance and headed back to work. Ten more daydream-infused minutes later, and Molly knew she’d be in trouble if she didn’t snap herself out of her lust-filled haze. She scrubbed her face in an attempt to wake herself from the blatant daydream that had overtaken every inch of her. And she did mean every inch. Multiplication tables maybe. Eight times seven was fifty-six .
But it wasn’t working because academics just made her imagine Jordan in the sexy glasses from the library, which took her to a whole new fantasy.
Time to take control. “Want some help?” Movement would be good. An aerobic distraction.
“Nope, I don’t have much left. Plus, you paid for this, remember? All you have to do is sit back and watch.”
And watch she did. Jordan looked like a cover spread for Details magazine right there in Molly’s very own driveway.
“What?” Jordan asked, in regards to her overt stare.
“Nothing, you just look…” Edible, her brain supplied. “Like the sun might be getting the best of you. Maybe you should take off that outside shirt. Just wear the tank top. Might be…more comfortable.”
Jordan glanced down and grasped the front of her open shirt. “This one?”
“Yeah, it might help you cool off. You know, hot day.” Molly fanned herself for effect.
“Thanks for looking out for me.” Jordan shot her an amused smile before sliding the shirt off her shoulders and going back to work in her tank top, which only made things so much worse.
But Molly couldn’t have turned away if she’d wanted to. Not that she did. In a last attempt to stay sane, she concentrated on Jordan’s car washing technique instead of how great she looked. That was a lie. She was doing both because, in horrible news, she was an excellent multitasker.
At long last, Jordan dropped the sponge back into the bucket. “And I think that’s a wrap. Care to inspect my work?”
Molly walked down to the driveway and did a once around the car. She’d planned to compliment Jordan’s work under any circumstances because she’d put a lot into it, but the end result was actually quite rema
rkable. The car gleamed.
“You’re good at this.”
“It’s your job to be nice. You’re Molly.”
“No, I mean it. You did, however, manage to get about as much water on yourself as you did on the car, but I guess everyone has their own method.”
Jordan gasped. “That sounds like judgment.” And with lightning fast speed, she pressed the sprayer’s nozzle, and a steady stream of water hit Molly straight in the shoulder. She stood there in utter shock, water now dripping from her shirt.
“I cannot believe you just did that. You got me all wet.”
Jordan raised an interested eyebrow, which caused Molly to play back that sentence in her head. She felt the flush on her face almost immediately. “I meant the hose. The water you just—Ah, hell. You look really hot right now.”
A slow, sexy smile took shape on Jordan’s lips. “Yeah?”
She let out a breath “You have no idea.”
Jordan laid the hose down on the driveway and closed the distance between them. With measured determination, she placed her hands on the car, on either side of Molly, effectively boxing her in. They weren’t touching, but Molly would never have known that from the humming she felt across her skin and the aching that she felt lower. Jordan’s eyes never left her mouth in a move that affected her all the way down to her toes. Damn it all, she was captivating.
“We can’t kiss out here,” Molly whispered. “There are neighbors, you know. It would be all over town by sundown.”
“But I really want to.”
Molly inclined her head to the house. “In there. There can be kissing in there.” She ducked under Jordan’s left arm and headed casually for the front door. She had no way of knowing if Jordan would follow her in, but she had a feeling.
*
Jordan went still and stared after Molly as she walked into the house. Who knew a car wash could be such great foreplay? She’d felt Molly watching her, and it had her completely and utterly turned her on.
She found Molly in the kitchen, putting away the lemonade. She approached her from behind and carefully swept her hair to the side, and exposed the back of her neck. She took it in for a moment, that neck, the simplistic beauty of it. She kissed it delicately, drawn in further by the warmth of her skin. Molly turned around, and the look on her face caused Jordan’s stomach to clench. Her eyes were hungry and it looked good on her.
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