bit better.
Molly stood, asking the Dennisons if they needed anything else other than their check, when Bianca added a closing remark on the subject. “Molly, just remember, if being a mother was easy, men could do it.” The older woman winked again surprising Molly and making her laugh aloud.
“Excuse me! I resent that,” Grady exclaimed, taken aback by his wife’s statement.
Molly watched as the older woman reached across the table once again, grabbing hold of her husband’s larger hand and giving a tender squeeze. And with the experience of age and marriage, the matriarch said softly, “You may have been known for being heavy handed when you were on the bench, dear, but we are all well aware of how much of a marshmallow you were when it came to disciplining your children, especially your precious baby girl.”
As Molly stepped away from the table, she could hear the judge grumble heavily, “I wasn’t always a marshmallow.”
Molly was walking toward the door with a small smile on her face when Greg stuck his head out of the kitchen door signaling a thumbs-up, which told Molly that Jess had come through the back door and was now upstairs. As much as Molly wanted to go up and clear the air between them, she thought about the words of wisdom that the Dennisons had just shared with her, and she knew that she needed to let Jess have some breathing room. Jess could use it just as she needed it, too.
Deep in her thoughts, she didn’t realize she had missed the bell of the door opening nor the body that she practically almost ran straight into.
Hunter.
He grabbed onto each of her arms, steadying her, but also bringing warmth to her skin where his hands touched her.
“Molly, I’m sorry.”
His warm minty breath brushed her cheek and the way he looked down at her with those clear blue eyes had her wanting to know what they saw when they looked at her.
He began to apologize again, but this time she spoke as well, causing both of them to laugh.
Molly took a step backward before smiling and saying, “No, no completely my fault. Needless to say, it has been a crazy night here, and I let it take over my brain there for a moment. I should have been paying better attention.”
With a devastatingly handsome smile and a sexy hint of the dimple, he had her wanting to lift her fingers to touch him. But soon the spell was broken and Molly took another step back and asked, “Can I get you anything? Your parents are back there in the booth if you are looking for them.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks. I’ll just head over there.” He took the first step to head in that direction then turned back and asked politely, “If Greg’s got any of that cherry pie he holds for ransom, I’ll take an extra-large piece with a cup of coffee, please.”
Suddenly, the night didn’t seem so daunting, after all.
“I think we can come up with that combination. Whip cream?”
Flashing bright was that sexy dimple. “Always whip cream. It makes everything better.”
Visions of Hunter Dennison, alone in a secluded place with just a can of whip cream, had Molly wanting to cross her legs.
God, the feelings this man could provoke in her with just a look or a word. Too bad she didn’t have the backbone to do anything about it.
A few minutes later, Molly delivered the pie and cup of java. When she placed them down in front of Hunter, who was sitting next to his mother, her hand accidently brushed up against his, sending a jolt of awareness shooting straight through her bloodstream.
Easy girl, remember your last run-in with him had you reeling for hours and chiding an all too familiar mantra to yourself for even longer.
“Thank you, Molly,” Hunter said, catching her eye and holding the gaze a few moments longer than politeness called for.
“You are very welcome.”
Break the connection. Break the connection.
Easier said than done.
With a forced changed in eye direction, Molly looked at Grady as she inquired if he and Bianca were all
Molly stood, asking the Dennisons if they needed anything else other than their check, when Bianca added a closing remark on the subject. “Molly, just remember, if being a mother was easy, men could do it.” The older woman winked again surprising Molly and making her laugh aloud.
“Excuse me! I resent that,” Grady exclaimed, taken aback by his wife’s statement.
Molly watched as the older woman reached across the table once again, grabbing hold of her husband’s larger hand and giving a tender squeeze. And with the experience of age and marriage, the matriarch said softly, “You may have been known for being heavy handed when you were on the bench, dear, but we are all well aware of how much of a marshmallow you were when it came to disciplining your children, especially your precious baby girl.”
As Molly stepped away from the table, she could hear the judge grumble heavily, “I wasn’t always a marshmallow.”
Molly was walking toward the door with a small smile on her face when Greg stuck his head out of the kitchen door signaling a thumbs-up, which told Molly that Jess had come through the back door and was now upstairs. As much as Molly wanted to go up and clear the air between them, she thought about the words of wisdom that the Dennisons had just shared with her, and she knew that she needed to let Jess have some breathing room. Jess could use it just as she needed it, too.
Deep in her thoughts, she didn’t realize she had missed the bell of the door opening nor the body that she practically almost ran straight into.
Hunter.
He grabbed onto each of her arms, steadying her, but also bringing warmth to her skin where his hands touched her.
“Molly, I’m sorry.”
His warm minty breath brushed her cheek and the way he looked down at her with those clear blue eyes had her wanting to know what they saw when they looked at her.
He began to apologize again, but this time she spoke as well, causing both of them to laugh.
Molly took a step backward before smiling and saying, “No, no completely my fault. Needless to say, it has been a crazy night here, and I let it take over my brain there for a moment. I should have been paying better attention.”
With a devastatingly handsome smile and a sexy hint of the dimple, he had her wanting to lift her fingers to touch him. But soon the spell was broken and Molly took another step back and asked, “Can I get you anything? Your parents are back there in the booth if you are looking for them.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks. I’ll just head over there.” He took the first step to head in that direction then turned back and asked politely, “If Greg’s got any of that cherry pie he holds for ransom, I’ll take an extra-large piece with a cup of coffee, please.”
Suddenly, the night didn’t seem so daunting, after all.
“I think we can come up with that combination. Whip cream?”
Flashing bright was that sexy dimple. “Always whip cream. It makes everything better.”
Visions of Hunter Dennison, alone in a secluded place with just a can of whip cream, had Molly wanting to cross her legs.
God, the feelings this man could provoke in her with just a look or a word. Too bad she didn’t have the backbone to do anything about it.
A few minutes later, Molly delivered the pie and cup of java. When she placed them down in front of Hunter, who was sitting next to his mother, her hand accidently brushed up against his, sending a jolt of awareness shooting straight through her bloodstream.
Easy girl, remember your last run-in with him had you reeling for hours and chiding an all too familiar mantra to yourself for even longer.
“Thank you, Molly,” Hunter said, catching her eye and holding the gaze a few moments longer than politeness called for.
“You are very welcome.”
Break the connection. Break the connection.
Easier said than done.
With a forced changed in eye direction, Molly looked at Grady as she inquired if he and Bianca were all
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