“Twisted my ankle.”
“I can’t help but feel like this is a sign.”
Molly held a hand up in the darkness. “Don’t. Just, don’t.”
“C’mon. You can’t deny it. You say you’d rather fall down the stairs than fall in love with…himand the next second you’re on your ass. I think the universe is telling you to stop pretending you’re not in love with…” She checked over both shoulders. “Him– and just go with it.”
Molly laughed. “Right. My rational, reasonable, level-headed best friend is telling me to listen to messages from the universe.” She shifted her weight and a new stab of fresh pain radiated through her ankle making her hiss. “Shit. Fuck. Fuckety mother fucking fuck.”
“Tell me how you really feel, Mol.”
“Wet. And not the fun kind.”
Cleo snorted. “Need help?”
“I think so.” She rolled onto her knees and pressed her hands into the dirt to stand, ensuring her right foot didn’t take any weight. “It burns worse than Chlamydia.”
“Dare I ask how you know?”
“It was years ago. Let’s just say I became much more choosy about who I let near my cooch afterthatexperience.”
Cleo slipped her arm around Molly’s waist and took some of her weight, then let go. “Know what? I’m going to bring the car to you.” As she turned to leave, Molly wobbled on one foot.
“You okay, MoMo?” Finn and his shivering date stood next to his car across the parking lot.
“I’m fine. It’s fine,” she yelled back.
Cleo shook her head. “She fell. I’m getting the car.”
Finn jogged across the lot and swept her into his arms.
“Are you fucking crazy? Put me down!”Don’t put me down. She inhaled. He smelled ofAcqua Di Gio– his signature scent since he was a teen. She’d been obsessed with it from the first time she’d smelled it. She’d saved up and bought a bottle which she sprayed over her pillow every night for the first six months after they’d met.
A wave of nostalgia had her holding him tighter. “Where’s your date?” She hated herself for how jealous three words managed to sound.
“Let’s get you sitting in the car and we’ll take a look at your foot.”
Cleo opened the door and Finn eased Molly onto the passenger seat. He crouched in front of her and slipped off her shoe.
“I’m cold. Can you hurry up?” The Date appeared over Finn’s shoulder and clearly wasn’t used to not being the center of her date’s world. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and rubbed her arms.
“You brought your car, go warm up in there.”
He hadn’t picked her up? Interesting. Finn was traditional to the letter. If he hadn’t picked her up it meant he didn’t want to drive her home or get naked with her. Finn naked. Fuck. She swallowed.
The woman’s jaw dropped and her perfectly coiffed blonde hair fell into her eyes. “You’re staying here?”
“I’m checking her out.”
“I’m aware.” The scowl on The Date’s face deepened.
“I’ve had my fair share of injuries on the ice. She might need to hit the hospital to get checked out. If I leave it to her, she’ll go home, pop some Tylenol and call it good.”
She would totally do that.
The woman shook her head. “So if she needs the hospital are you going to take her?”
Finn rolled his eyes and turned over his shoulder to address the still shuffling woman whose teeth chattered so loudly Molly could hear from a few feet away. “You’re pissed at me for being a good person?”
