Page 136 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“This is policy when someone is terminated or quits,” I reminded her. Hell, she’d been the one to pack up a locker or two.

I’d never taken someone’s two-week notice. If they were gone, they were gone. And I didn’t want soon-to-be ex-employees packing up their stuff—or any of mine—so we packed for them and had personal belongings delivered.

This was the policy. I stuck to policy.

She stared at me for another long moment, then stormed across the room. She went right into her office, swept up her purse, keys and sunglasses before marching to the front door.

I followed, standing outside as she went to her car. I was sure she’d leave without a word and never look back, but as she opened her door, she spun around to face me.

“I could have been, we could have . . .” She shook her head. “You’ve always been a fool over her.”

“Always. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Darling Molly,

* * *

I’ve missed you. I’ve missed seeing your smile and hearing your voice. Saturday can’t come soon enough. Dinner with you at Burger Bob’s was one of the best nights I’ve had in months. Years, actually. I want to make it a regular thing for us, sharing a meal that you don’t have to cook. One where we can laugh and talk and just enjoy each other’s company. I hope you want that too.

* * *

Tell me you want that too. That you want us.

* * *

I’m not giving up this time. No more excuses. No more obstacles. I’m not letting anything keep us from being together. Even if it’s just one date, one week at a time.

* * *

Yours,

Finn

Twenty

Molly

“Are you sure about this?” I asked Finn as we walked down the hallway at the theater.

My arms were loaded with a medium popcorn, a box of Mike and Ikes, chocolate-covered raisins and a large soda. Finn had a similar haul in his arms, except he’d opted for nachos with his popcorn and only one box of candy.

“We can handle it.”

“The last time I made movie snacks a full meal was in college.”

“I remember.” He chuckled. “Those were some of the most expensive dates we had.”

“But some of the best too. They were the special ones.”

It had cost Finn a small fortune to pay for the movie tickets and snacks we bought in lieu of a real dinner. He’d always insisted on paying, much like he had tonight. So even though going to the movies had been one of my most favorite dates,

I’d always been careful not to suggest it too often.

“Have you been to any movies lately?” Finn asked.

“No. There wasn’t much time this summer.”