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“And are you?”
Molly lifts her drink in salute to me. “I’m sitting here with a stranger for a hundred bucks that I’m not going to take, just hold. You tell me.”
“I think I may have substituted the saint for the sinner.”
“More fun that way don’t you think?” she asks me over the rim of her glass before taking a small sip.
I can’t help but want to continue and play along with this little flirtatious game. I got nothing else better to fucking do and I’m sure as hell not going back to my empty house when something more interesting just popped up.
“Could be,” I deadpan.
Molly licks her lips. “You know…my mama told me about men like you.”
“Oh really?” I lean against the bartop. “And what did she say?”
“Men with tattoos are the absolute devil. And they will destroy all your morals.”
“I’ve shattered a few.”
“Any good ones?”
“Not that I cared about.”
Molly leans forward a bit and, I don’t know if she notices, but she’s looking to learn really quickly if she doesn’t stop. “How many hearts have you broken along with those broken morals?”
“I don’t stick around long to find out,” I reply honestly. “My work keeps me busy.”
She lifts her chin and then drops it. “Ah, a fuckboy.”
Her voice isn’t accusing, but I find myself defending my actions anyway.
“A good time,” I retort. “I don’t promise anything.”
“Well, at least there’s that. I’m sure that’s not well received afterward, though.”
“I’d have to be around to witness that.”
Molly pushes out one of her cheeks with her tongue. “Mhm…you sneak out.”
“You act as though I do this every weekend.”
She chuckles and leans back, taking her glass with her and tucking it into her chest as she studies me from afar. “Is that what the blind date is for?”
“No,” I say slowly. “That was for something completely different.”
“High school reunion?”
My brows knit. “Do people actually still go to those?”
“I dunno. It was the first thing that came to mind.” She removes her index finger from her glass and points at me. “So…what’s the date for?”
“Wedding.”
Molly side-eyes me. “Youneed a date to a wedding?”
I bend forward, making up for the lost space from when she was previously closer. “Listen, sweetheart…if you think I’m hot, just come out and say it. Otherwise, yes, I needed a date. It was my best friend’s stupid-ass idea and I’m not going through with it.”
“You are hot,” she quips without hesitation. “But I’m pondering more on the fact that you seem like a man who doesn’t have a problem going by himself.”
