Page 133 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“Can I escort you to the door?”

“If you insist.” She nodded and let me lead the way. “It’s strange without the ramp. It didn’t take long but I got used to it.”

“I can have them build it again. I know Max would love to have it for his skateboard.”

She laughed. “I’ll get used to the steps again and the way things were.”

We reached the door and she looked up at me. Her hand didn’t go for the knob.

Yes. Someone upstairs still liked me.

Without a word, I cupped Molly’s cheeks in my palms, then I put my lips on hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise.

Her hands came to my chest, tentatively resting on the starched cotton of my button-up. As I coaxed her mouth open and slipped my tongue past the seam, her hands pressed against my chest, her fingers fisting the material as I slanted her head and dove in deeper.

She moaned. I moaned. We surged against one another, my hardness pushing against her hip. Her breasts smashing into my chest.

We kissed hot and wet, each of us panting when I finally pulled away.

“I . . .” She gulped. “Wow.”

“I want to come in.” I took one step away. Then another. “But I’m going to head home.”

“Okay.” Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. She touched one, the corner of her mouth turning up. “That’s probably smart.”

“Thank you for dinner.”

“That’s my line.”

“I’m sorry abou

t Bridget.”

“It’s fine.” She waved it off. “It’s not your fault.”

“It is. I’ll fix it.” First thing tomorrow morning. I stretched between us, scooping up her hand, and brought her knuckles to my lips for a soft kiss. “Good night, Molly darling.”

“Good night.”

She stood on the porch, leaning against a post as I jogged to my truck and pulled away from the house. She kissed me back. Despite Bridget’s untimely appearance, Molly had kissed me back. The smile on my face stayed in place all the way home.

“Looks like you had a nice time,” Mom said from my couch as I walked inside and tossed my keys on the kitchen counter.

“I did. The kids asleep?”

“Max is. But I told Kali she could read for a while in her bed.”

“Okay. I’m going to go in and say good night.”

Mom pushed up from the couch and came over for a kiss on my cheek. “I’m heading home.”

“Thanks for babysitting.”

“Anytime. And I do mean that. Whatever it takes for you to win Molly over again, I’m here to help. We’ve missed her.”

“You work with her. Daily. You see her more than I do.”

“It’s not the same. She’s missing from our family.”