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The door shut behind them and Molly couldn't help smiling.
Jacob pushed the button for the 2nd floor and as they waited for the car to arrive, he gave her his own hesitant smile. "I think you've had your mind on work more than enough for the last few days and I think it's high time that you had a little fun. I spoke to Doctor Webb and he thinks it's a good idea that we take your mind off what you're missing. So tonight we're going to have some fun."
Molly felt herself relax as the elevator doors open and they stepped inside.
The idea sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
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They could have started talking on the elevator, but both of them seemed to find different spots in the elevator vastly interesting for the time it took to travel down to the second floor. Only then did their eyes meet, and Jacob was pleased to see that she met his gaze with a soft smile. And when he reached out his hand, she took it and they walked to his front door, hand in hand.
He opened the door and followed her inside, locking the door before turning around to see where she was.
She was leaning against the counter, her hands at her sides.
Jacob looked at her and drew in a breath. "How did things go with the DA?"
Molly smiled and his heart swelled in his chest. It was amazing how much of an effect her smile had on him. That and how she looked in his space.
How she felt in his space. Or rather, how he felt having her there.
"The DA doesn't mince around with words. Which is something I appreciated. Honestly, a lot of people treat me like I'm delicate somehow."
Oh boy. He laid his keys on the counter next to the door and trailed his hand down her arm to her wrist. He lifted it up and turned their hands so that her palm was pressed to his.
"I wouldn't say you're delicate, but you are a little smaller than I am."
"I thought guys say that size doesn't matter." He saw her smile deepen. "I appreciate what you've done for me, Jacob. If you hadn't dropped everything to come and help, I don't have any idea what would have happened to me. I could have been there for hours or they could have had the chance to-"
"Don't. Please."
He felt a weight on his shoulders and in his chest over his heart.
"I don't want to think about what could have happened." He bit the inside of his cheek and his hands moved up her arms, past her elbows, and rested on her shoulders. His gaze moved up to her delicate chin, the soft arch of her cheekbones and those ridiculously feminine wisps of hair curling at her temples and her ears. "I just want to stand here, looking at you, and be so damn thankful that you're still here."
With me.
He wanted to say that part.
He wanted her to know that she belonged there with him.
"I should probably tell you what DA Wielding said about this whole thing."
Jacob nodded. "Okay."
"It's all a bit of a wash." Her smile turned down in one corner into a rueful smile. "Even if I were to recover the memories of what he said in the interview with you, trying to prove that what I remembered was the truth, verbatim, it would come down to how believable I was. Working for the city government, even though I spend some time as a court reporter.
"Most of my time is spent transcribing notes and taped interviews by police officers. So the defense could say that I'm remembering... No. They'd say I might be hiding behind what I see as my skill and creating something that would help the CCPD, and..." She moved away from the counter and placed her hands against his chest, leaving them there so that her heat bled through his shirt and into his skin. "They'd find out that we're... that we've been together and that will only make things worse."
As she moved closer, her eyelids closed and her lips parted, until he felt her breath against his chin.
"Jacob?"
He filled his lungs with air and still felt breathless. "Molly?"
"This is something, isn't it? This thing between us?"
His hands moved from her shoulders and down her back, skimming lightly over her clothes until he reached her lower back.
