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.
She lifted her eyebrows. “They’re out of town, so that should be fine.” “And I want to borrow these.” I lifted the other hand. If I thought her eyebrows were high before, they shot up even farther. “You …” She shook her head. “That’s what you want?” “Do we have a deal?” “I-I’ll call them…
“Noah, it’s Molly. Umm, I know it’s last minute, but if you … if you’re hungry, or bored, or whatever, we always do family dinner at my brother’s house on Tuesdays. I mean, we do dinner. Sometimes non-family members show up too. Not often, but they do. Lia always brings her friend. I know it’s…
My phone, still connected to the Bluetooth, rang loudly through my car’s speaker, and I took a deep breath when I saw Beatrice’s name flash across the screen. “This is Molly,” I said. “Molly, it’s Beatrice.” Wasn’t it fun when we all started our calls like we didn’t have caller ID? “Sorry I’m calling at…
“Don’t you back out now,” he said, glancing carefully into the faces of everyone around us. Our quarterback, a young guy in his third year with a rocket arm, grinned at me, then looked over his shoulder. “You heard Jones. Get him.” Before I could blink, every rookie on the Washington roster had me pinned,…
It pissed me off. “None of this feels natural,” I growled. I speared my hands into my hair and stared out to the line of blue water in the sound. “And even though I’ve heard all these reasons it’s fine, and why people will find it interesting, I don’t understand how I’m supposed to just…
I tapped the space over my ears, and he obliged, pushing the headphones off. “That was week three last season, right? Not the season before?” His eyebrows curved in. “Last season.” I nodded. “I could tell.” Boom. Noah didn’t want to be interested. That was why his jaw snapped tight, and he closed his mouth…
Noah grimaced. “Nothing I do is all that interesting, trust me.” “They call you The Machine, right?” I asked. His eyes sharpened, landing hot and fast on my face. “Yeah.” “Even machines need to be refueled. There has to be something you do, somewhere you go that recharges you.” I kept my gaze on him.…
Molly Ward: It’s my job to make this process easier. If you want to send me some search filters, I’ll compile a list and you can pick your favorites. I’ll reach out to the listing agents. Something about it made me uncomfortable. I didn’t want to feel like Molly was at my beck and call.…
It was almost like he never removed his helmet, that thick layer designed to protect him from the outside world. How were the cameras supposed to capture Noah Griffin, not just the man in the uniform, but the man as he really was, if that never came off? We took our seats, and Rick looked…
The change in his tone and posture, and the pure respect I saw in his eyes were enough to make my nose burn with unshed tears. “I’ll be so mad at you if you make me cry.” “No crying in football, Ward,” he snapped. “That’s an order.” I rolled my eyes. “Go coach your team,…