"Long day?" Molly knew it had been. She'd hardly talked to Christian all week, except for a few minutes at breakfast and dinner when he'd filled her in on what was going on at work, and she'd updated him on the progress at the Rose Cottage. He'd gone straight into his home office after dinner every night to get caught up on paperwork, and then had fallen asleep on the sofa most nights before eight.
"Yeah, but it's all good, it's Friday now. I'll catch a second wind in the shower and see you soon. Thanks for taking care of dinner." He smiled and laugh lines lit up his face. The stress of the week seemed to be falling away, and Molly was glad to see it.
"I'm happy to do it, it's fun for me. Hopefully they both like seafood. We're having shrimp scampi."
"They'll love it." Christian slowly got to his feet and went upstairs to shower, while Molly started puttering around the kitchen. A half hour later, the doorbell rang just as Christian was coming down the stairs, looking decidedly more awake after a shower and shave. He opened the door and Traci and Travis came in. Traci handed Molly a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio and Travis passed over a six-pack of beer—an IPA from a local brewery—to Christian, who took two out and put the rest in the refrigerator. Molly poured glasses of wine for Traci and herself.
One of the things Molly loved about Christian's house was his kitchen. Although he rarely cooked, it was set up beautifully for anyone who enjoyed entertaining. It wasn't an overly large kitchen, but rather the perfect size, with just the right amount of room between the refrigerator, stove, sink and island, so that Molly was just a step or two away from whatever she needed. Her favorite feature was the beautiful Carerra marble island that was crisp white with soft streaks of gray throughout. She loved the smooth feel of the honed marble, and that it was V-shaped with a gas stove in the middle and raised countertops with three stools on each side, so that while she was cooking, she could face her guests and chat easily.
She'd set out a platter of assorted cheeses and crackers a few minutes before they arrived, and as soon as everyone was settled around the island, they dug in.
"What's this one? Looks interesting." Molly liked to have a mix of cheeses, and tonight she'd chosen a few familiar favorites: a creamy aged cheddar; a mild and nutty manchego that was great for nibbling; St. Andre, which was a soft, buttery triple cream; and the one that Traci was asking about, which was a white pie-like wedge with a gray ashy line in the middle.
"That's Humboldt Fog. It's an aged goat cheese, soft and like brie around the edge, a little sharper in the middle. The gray ash-like stuff is all edible." Molly had discovered this cheese a few years ago, when a local cheese shop in Manhattan had come into the hotel and done a tasting for the chef and staff. She'd been a fan of it ever since.
Traci took a small amount of the cheese, spread it on a cracker and took a bite. "It's amazing." Molly smiled at the look of pure bliss on her face.
The four of them chatted easily, while Molly finished up cooking. She'd done most of the prep work earlier: the salad was all assembled except for the walnuts, which were in the oven toasting while the pasta was cooking.
The shrimp scampi came together quickly, as she added a generous amount of butter to a sauté pan, followed by a splash of good olive oil, some garlic and chopped tomatoes. She gave that about a minute, then added a generous helping of the wine that Traci had brought, let it reduce down a little, then added the shrimp. They only needed a few minutes, and during that time she took the walnuts out of the oven and added them to the salad which also had dried cranberries and goat cheese. She tossed it all together with some balsamic dressing and the heat of the nuts worked a bit of magic with the goat cheese, melting it just enough to add a delicious creaminess to the salad.
The last step was to drain the pasta, swirl in a bit more butter and a squeeze of lemon on the scampi, and then plate it up for everyone with a sprinkle of chopped parsley on top. They relocated from the island bar to the round wooden table by a gas fireplace that divided the kitchen and family room.
Everyone raved about the scampi and the salad. Molly was pleased. She loved to cook, and had actually learned how to make the scampi by watching the cooks at the hotel and asking questions every now and then. They’d got a kick out of it and whenever it had been slow, they’d taken turns in showing her how they did different things, such as adding wine to a pan that had been used to brown chicken or steak and letting it reduce down to make a delicious sauce by scraping up the bits on the bottom.
"You know, I have an idea," Traci began. "I know you aren't planning to have a full restaurant, but what about doing an occasional wine dinner? That might be a way to draw new people in, something extra you could offer."
"You'd need to get a liquor license if you're going to serve alcohol," said Travis, always the lawyer. "I'm pretty tight with the guys on the licensing board. It might not be that difficult if we just go for beer and wine and a catering license versus bar."
Molly loved the idea. "We can see if the catering company that did Isabella's party might be interested."
"Or you could cook." Traci said, and looked as though she meant it.
"You could actually. This is a restaurant quality meal." Travis said, as he reached for another helping of salad.
"Would you want to cook though?" Christian asked.
"Honestly, I don't know. I'm flattered that you think I could." Molly had fantasized every now and then about what it would be like to be a caterer. But having seen the craziness at the hotel whenever there was a big function going on had always made her reconsider. Catering was stressful and a lot of hard work. But, on a smaller scale, like an intimate wine dinner at Rose Cottage, she had to admit the idea was intriguing.
Christian helped her clear the plates when they finished eating. Twice while going from the table to the sink, her bare arm accidentally brushed against his and each time the contact generated a spark that surprised her. They'd settled comfortably into the friend space, so this reaction was unexpected. She glanced at Christian's face to see if he was feeling it too, but she couldn't tell. Maybe it was the wine; she'd just poured herself a second glass and was feeling very relaxed and full from dinner.
Chapter 8
Once everything was cleared, Christian and Travis went into the office to enjoy an after dinner drink, while Molly poured cups of coffee for herself and Traci and then took them into the family room to watch a little TV. Christian poured two small glasses of one of his better scotches, and he and Travis settled into the leather chairs by the fireplace. Christian had lit the fire earlier and though it was dying down now, it still threw a little heat and cast a warm glow on the room. Toby approved and flopped down between the two of them, close enough that he could feel the warmth of the fire on his back.
"We should be keeping you busy over the next month or so as the Harrison Boulevard houses sell," Christian said. Travis handled all of their real estate closings.
"No kidding, that's good to hear." They chatted a bit about the real estate market and upcoming projects, and then Travis changed the subject. "So, how is it going with Molly? You guys look good together. If I didn't know differently, I'd think it was the real deal."
"It's going well enough, better than expected really, considering the circumstances. We've always been good friends. Molly is easy to be around."
"You were friends when you were kids. Maybe you could be more? Just saying. You seem good together." Travis was quiet for a moment, then added, "Unless you're not attracted to her?"
"Molly's a beautiful girl," Christian said. He took another sip of scotch and stared at the fire. "It's not that I'm not attracted to her, of course I am. This just isn't a normal situation. Molly's not just any girl. I like her."
"You like her, she's beautiful, so what's the problem?" Travis said reasonably.
"The problem is, I like her too much. We get along great. But you know my history." Christian could only envision things ending badly, and he liked Molly and her family too much to risk that. But still,
he had to admit he was surprised by how much he liked having her around, and by how attracted he really was to her. It scared him a little. He hadn't felt this level of interest since Heather Olander, the fiancée who'd dumped him out of the blue. He frowned and took a sip of his scotch. Definitely best not to even go there; easier for everyone in the long run.
"So you got burned once, and now have it in your mind that you'll never be serious with anyone, never commit or get married. How's that working out for you?" Travis challenged him.
"It's fine; everything was fine until Gramps lost his mind and changed his will."
"Really? You honestly think everything was fine? You think Isabella was happy with how things were? That she didn't want more? Most people want more."
"She seemed happy."
"Maybe she was, but maybe she also thought you'd come around eventually."
"I was always honest with her."
"Yes, but are you being honest with yourself? How do you really feel about Molly?" Travis paused to take a sip of scotch, was quiet for a moment then said, "Maybe your grandfather was smarter than you realize. Why not use this time to see if she might be the one?"
"It's not that simple. She has a life across the country to return to: a career she loves, and the promotion she's been working towards is almost there. It could never work." They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping their scotch and enjoying the warmth of the fire.
"It might not work." Travis finally agreed, "But how will you know, if you never try? Things change, people change."
Christian said nothing to that, just took another sip of scotch, and then reached over to scratch Toby behind his ears.
"Speaking of Isabella," Travis went on, changing the subject again. "I picked up a message from her on the way over here. She is going to stop by the office tomorrow morning. She has something she needs help with.
"Probably another closing," Christian said. Isabella also often used Travis for her many real estate transactions.
"I was thinking about asking her out to dinner. You sure you're still cool with that?" There was a hint of nervousness in Travis’s voice, and Christian realized his friend had it bad. Normally neither of them would ever consider dating an ex-girlfriend, but this was different. Christian thought the world of both of them and now understood why Travis was being so insistent about Molly.
"Totally cool with it." Christian assured him.
After Travis and Traci had left, Molly decided to call it a night too. She took her coffee cup into the kitchen, rinsed and put it in the dishwasher, and then poured herself a glass of water to take up to bed. She rarely drank the water, but always had a glass by her bedside in case she woke up thirsty. She was about to head to bed when, suddenly, Christian appeared, and had a worried look as though he needed to talk to her about something.
"Everything all right?" she asked.
"What?" He seemed surprised by the question, as he leaned against the kitchen counter and glanced around the room, looking everywhere except at Molly.
"You seem concerned about something, or distracted, not sure which." Maybe he was just exhausted, a little off after the long week.
"Are you staying up for a while?"
Molly hesitated, then said, "I was thinking of heading to bed, but I could stay up for a bit." She wasn't tired anymore, as there was an interesting shift of energy in the room. The slight spark she'd felt when she and Christian had accidentally brushed against each other was back, and they hadn't even touched this time.
"Good, I thought I'd show you the plans for the new project we're breaking ground on next week." He sounded excited and a bit nervous, and Molly wasn't sure what to think as he led her into the office and pulled out a huge poster board and laid it on top of his desk.
"This is going to be a high-end market, in the middle of the Brookstone development. It will have the best meats, cheeses, local produce and a smaller version of the Community Co-op, with an attached liquor and wine shop."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Molly knew it would be a hit. The closest Community Co-op, with its huge selection of organic and prepared foods, was in Bozeman. Molly had a little trouble concentrating as Christian walked her through the plans. He was standing so close to her that his arm brushed against her each time he leaned forward to point something out. Molly leaned a little closer, liking the feeling of being so near him.
"Thanks! Your support means a lot to me." He gave her a quick hug, and Molly held on tight, loving the smell of him. It wasn't any particular cologne, just the mix of shampoo and his natural scent. When they pulled apart, his eyes locked on hers and she held his glance, and her breath, as she could sense what was coming next. Christian moved towards her, hesitated a moment and then his lips were on hers.
Molly held on tighter as Christian deepened the kiss. Then he pulled back and slowly kissed his way along her neck, before claiming her lips again. Molly reveled in the taste of him and wasn't surprised at the chemistry; the surges of electricity she'd been feeling whenever they touched made sense now. She didn't want the kiss to end, but eventually it did, as Christian pulled back and then gently kissed her forehead.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said.
"I didn't mind actually." Molly smiled up at him, but the warm and happy glow she'd been feeling was starting to fade at the look of obvious regret on Christian's face.
"It's not fair to you. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Christian turned away and started heading upstairs to bed, while Molly stayed in the kitchen, wide awake and wondering where they would go from here, and how she could get Christian to kiss her again.
Chapter 9
The next morning at breakfast, Christian acted as though the kiss had never happened. He wasn't distant, just overly polite and friendly, almost as if he was trying too hard. Molly just went with it and, within a few days, it was almost as if they were back to normal. Though Molly did find herself glancing his way more often, and a few times out of the corner of her eye she caught him doing the same. She had of course filled Meghan in about the kiss, and they’d had a good hour-long phone chat about the matter.
Meghan had ridden the roller coaster of emotions, from initially thrilled for her to wondering how it could possibly work because Molly was absolutely without a doubt coming back to New York, right? Molly had assured her that she was planning on it and counting on her promotion.
And Christian certainly wasn't leaving Montana. So where did that leave them? As attracted as she was to Christian, she had to admit there wasn't likely to be a future there. And at least he was decent enough to recognize it too and stop, before things got out of hand. But still, if Molly was being honest with herself, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like if they just gave in and enjoyed themselves. After all they were married; what would be the harm in it if they both went into it with their eyes open? Enjoyed the rest of their time together? The idea was a bit scandalous, as she'd never been one for casual affairs. But it certainly was tempting. But who was she kidding: if she'd never been one for a casual 'friends with benefits' arrangement, she certainly wasn't going to start now. No, somewhat regretfully, she recognized that she was an all or nothing kind of girl. The complete opposite of what Christian wanted.
She didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as the rest of the week flew by. Molly, her mother and aunt were non-stop busy as they finished up getting the Rose Cottage ready for its grand opening. Traci and Molly had chosen soft lilac and pale green colors for the walls and drapes, and classic snow white linens. Soothing gray throw pillows added the final touch. Aunt Betty found some amazing inexpensive watercolors, and they hung different ones in each room and in the hallways to add a burst of welcoming color.
They also made sure that all the bathrooms were stocked with high end soaps and shampoos. Molly's mother had a knack for decorating as well, and added finishing touches to all the rooms, such as whimsical bubble bath, pretty dried flower arrangements and interesting magazines and books. She a
lso came up with an idea that Molly fell in love with: to leave a pair of signature socks in the room for every guest. Some high end hotels offered slippers, so they would differentiate themselves by offering soft cozy socks in stripes of the inn's colors: lilac, mint, and gray.
To celebrate the opening, they had decided to have people over for a 'breakfast at dinner' reception that Thursday evening, with the inn officially opening for business the following day. Molly worked closely with her mother and aunt on the guest list of about one hundred people. A few were close friends, but the majority were business people who would be in a position of influence, such as Isabella, her caterer, as well as other local realtors, attorneys and the owners of Delancey's and the Morning Muffin.
Molly even invited the owners of the small motel they'd passed on the way into town. Although they could technically be considered competition, strategically she thought it made sense to get to know them, as there were bound to be times when they'd have no vacancies and would need to refer people to each other.
They kept the menu for the opening simple, and decided to feature food they planned to serve at the inn, such as her mother's legendary caramelized onion and mushroom quiche; a puff pastry tart with fig jam; prosciutto; goat cheese and arugula; chicken apple sausage; lemon ginger scones; Aunt Betty's cinnamon walnut coffee cake; and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. They also put out a platter of assorted cheeses and crackers for guests to nibble on as they arrived and a tray of mimosas made with freshly squeezed orange juice, as well as carafes of the red and white wines they intended to offer.
So it was a somewhat casual and informal affair that immediately put people at ease. Molly also had two local girls helping out. They kept the carafes of wine full and served the hors d'oeuvres, which were bite-sized portions of everything.
Their first guests arrived a few minutes past six. Although Molly had been a bundle of nerves all day as they got ready for the party, an hour later, once most of the guests were there and everything seemed to be going well, she felt herself finally start to relax.
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