Wrong question. Abort. Shit. Rewind.
“Sadie Summers is applying.”
“So?” He scooted closer to her on the bed, the red silk sheets making it hard to stay in one place.
“So she’s a better candidate for the job.” A shrug. A downturned gaze.
“And that means you don’t even try?”
Another shrug. She traced the edge of her laptop.
“Who the fuck is this woman and what have you done with my Molly Morrison?”
Mine.If only.
Her eyebrow arched and something flickered in her eyes. “You think you know me.”
He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, but stopped and dropped his hand to his thigh. “I do know you. I know you’re smart and talented… and ESPN would be lucky to have you as an intern. Fuck Summer whats-her-face, she ain’t got shit on Molly-Fucking-Morrison. Don’t let them get in your head.”
Molly smiled. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It is simple.”
She ran her thumb along her bottom lip and a shiver trickled up his spine. “I need to go.”
“Go where?”
“I have a scan at the hospital.” She slid her thumbnail between her teeth and chewed on it.
He sprung to his feet. “I wanted to go to that with you.”
“Cleo’s going to take me.”
“So she knows?”
“What? No. She thinks I’m going to see about changing my birth control.”
“So why am I not taking you?” He dropped onto the bed again, tucking his left hand under his thigh so he didn’t do something dumb like run it across her plump bottom lip like she’d done.
She didn’t answer, or look at him.
He slipped his knuckle under her chin and turned her face to his. Stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb he repeated the question. The stain across the apples of her cheeks darkened.
“I can’t.” Her chest heaved.
He swallowed. “You can’t what, MoMo?”
He held her gaze with all he had. A door slammed. His stomach sank. He needed more time. They needed more time.
“Molly? Are you ready? We need to go or we’ll miss your appointment.” Cleo’s voice was like iced water over Molly. Her soft eyes hardened, walls going up right in front of his face.
“Let me take you to the doctor.” He refused to let her face go. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and if he let her go she may not let him get that close again.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Please don’t make me choose.”
