When Molly meets her intimidating new boss, Beatrice, she’s judged by her last name and fancy connections—not her talent. But Molly’s no pushover. She loves her job with the Washington Wolves and won’t let anyone doubt her. A powerful project with Amazon lands in her lap, and now, she must prove she’s more than just a pretty face.
But the problem with that was too much had caused me to second-guess things lately, stemming back to offering my teammate’s drunk wife a ride home because it was the right thing to do. That was minor even though it had major consequences. What wasn’t so minor was kissing Molly. Even worse was that I…
“The paper,” he prompted. “Are you asking to avoid your yoga lesson?” “Absolutely.” His face was all harsh lines and angles in the dimly lit room, and I laughed at his answer. Another flash of a grin appeared, but it was gone just as quickly. I moved off the arm of the couch and onto…
“Hey, Molly,” Marty said, ascending the stairs with light steps, camera perched on his shoulder like it always was. “Nice place, huh?” “Hey. Umm, yeah. I l-love it.” Noah rubbed the back of his neck, a safe distance separating us now. If Marty suspected anything, he didn’t show it. “Ready for some yoga?” “Ready as…
I sighed. “You watch,” she said, eyes still closed when I turned my head to look at her, “this’ll be the season you break the sack record, and when you do, you better thank me.” I smiled and directed my gaze back up to the ceiling. “You got it.” My movements were jerky when we…
“Can I take you home?” I asked. She shook her head, and a few stray chunks of hair that had slipped from her updo fell around her neck and shoulders. “I just called my Uber. It’ll be here in about five minutes.” Molly looked past me and stared at the lake again. “I think that…
Yes. Maybe, because there was a lot of tongue action. But probably not. Fraternization was probably just P into V. Actual intercourse, like the way they’d taught us in middle school. Nothing else counted. Would Beatrice demote me for making out with him? No. Yes. Maybe, because holy shit there was a lot of tongue…
“Cop out,” Isabel said. I glared at her. Claire sighed. “Did you ask Logan?” Lia asked. “Why does he get an opinion?” Isabel shot back. “Brooke is our burden to bear, not his.” Claire straightened on the couch. “You know, your anger on this particular subject gets really fricken annoying after a while.” I held…
“I’m just going for some filming they’re doing of his new place.” When she lifted an eyebrow in disbelief, I propped my hands on my hips. “I am.” As I skipped down the steps outside our apartment to my waiting Uber, I thought about her warning and had a moment of pause. “Ready?” my driver…
“Yoga?” Rick repeated. “Yup. I like a challenge.” I held her astonished gaze until she blinked. “Do you think you could help me find an instructor? You said you’d come with me, right?” Molly snapped her mouth shut, just then realizing that Rick, Marty, and I were all staring at her. Then the strangest thing…
That had me rubbing my forehead. The king bed in that room was the one I always slept on. She’d look tiny in the middle of that bed by herself. Under the sheets and underneath the down plaid comforter that I loved because it was soft and light but kept me warm even on the…