“Maybe you’re right.” She took a shaky breath. “I just keep thinking that I’m no better than him.”
“Are you still engaged?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“What? No. Of course not.”
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?So, you’re a free woman? Able to do what you want with your life, your love, your wickedly hot little body?” I winked at her as a smile haunted the side of her mouth.
“I guess so,” she whispered and picked up her coffee.
“I know so.” I reached up and adjusted my tie. “I’m off to the office. Don’t let me come home to find you gone. You have a free place to stay, an escort all over town, and someone who cares about you standing right here. Enjoy it, and when it’s over, go back to New York and grab life by the balls. Yes?”
She nodded. “All right. You’re right.”
“Enjoy your day, Molly.” I turned and picked up my briefcase to walk to the car. She might enjoy hers, but I had a long one ahead of me. The only good thing was that I had the memories of the night before to get me through it. The passion from making love to her had the power to fuel me through just about anything.
I’d just pulled out of the driveway when my dashboard lit up. A call from Logan. A smile lifted my lips. I hadn’t talked to my childhood best friend in a month or more, which was too long. He was like a brother to me, and the only person I had left alive that I considered family. I had known him long before I met Harry, I didn’t think the two of them had even met before.
“Hey, mate.” I glanced in my rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Molly sneaking out the front door. I wanted her to stay, but she was grown. It was up to her to make the best decision for herself and stick to it. I knew she was capable of it.
“Hey, Alfie. How are you, man?” Logan’s voice filled the confines of the car.
“I’m doing okay. It’s been a weird couple of days, but at least it’s been interesting.” I pulled on my sunglasses and tugged on the visor, the day especially sunny. Molly would love it if she got out in it.
I rolled my eyes at my internal thoughts, which seemed to return back to her effortlessly.
“Oh, yeah? What kind of weird? Like those twins back in college who took turns bobbing up and down on your dick one stroke at a time?”
I snorted. “No. I said weird, not disturbing. That was the roughest sex of my life. I have emotional scars that far outlasted the physical ones.”
His turn to laugh. “Right, well, I wanted to catch up. A month or so ago you said you were going to be in your pal’s wedding. Is it over?”
“Yes, thankfully.”
“And are you an emotional basket case because you wish that you were married at your ripe old age, or are you praising the skies that you’re still a bachelor?” he paused briefly. “Assuming you still are.”
“That I am.” I turned down the road that would lead to London. “No woman has won my tarnished heart.”
“Thanks be to God.” Logan chuckled.
“Right?” I cleared my throat. “Well, the wedding didn’t actually happen. My mate, Harry, decided to cheat on his bride the night before the wedding. And it would seem that this wasn’t the first time.”
“No fucking way, bro. That’s horrible.”
“Agreed, but not nearly as horrible as your terms for a mate.” I laughed as he gave me shit over our diction differences. “Anyway, the lass’s name is Molly, and she’s a beautiful girl. Sweet and smart.”
“Sounds horrible. What a piece of shit this guy is.”
“Yeah. The wedding started, and Molly disappeared, having found out everything. It was my understanding that it wasn’t the first time he’s done it, and the asshole was just marrying her because it made sense from a business perspective.” I shook my head, the thought so damn foreign to me, especially when I thought about a woman as wonderful as Molly. “I guess he figured at his age and with his need for a tax deduction, that she would fill both holes.”
“Wow. So, they didn’t get married and what?”
“And she’s staying with me for two weeks, just trying to figure things out.” I kept going as his voice rose in protest. He was protective over me. It was all part of the relationship, and I’d have been just as protective over him. “She had already sold her place in New York and quit her high-paying marketing gig. She’s just a guest in the house and nothing more than a friend.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then I guess it’s a good thing.”
“I think so.” I pulled into the office parking garage. “Anything new with you?”