Page 8 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
I was more than my dick, though.
Or my money.
Or my disability.
I simply wished I could find someone who believed that as much as I did.
Four
Molly
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Reeves!”
I waved to the kids’ parents as I pulled up their driveway. I watched as Mrs. Reeves pulled something out of her purse and I tried not to look like a giddy little seven-year-old as I parked my car and met her halfway between my car and hers. Mr. Reeves loaded up suitcases into the trunk of their convertible, which meant they’d be gone for a least another week. I didn’t have to worry about that, though.
I wasn’t the nightly nannie.
“I’m so sorry this is late. Our planes were delayed last night and—”
I waved my hand in the air before I took the envelope. “I promise, I completely understand.”
Relief washed over her face. “Oh, and your summer bonus is on this check as well. I figured the least I could do was give it to you a bit early so you can celebrate your birthday the right way.”
I smiled. “I appreciate that. Where are you two off to now? More work stuff?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t even get me started. I understand that this merger is important for our company, but I’ll be damned if Richard isn’t going to run me ragged. Tell me again why I decided to be his CFO?”
“Because you love him and wanted this to be a family business?”
She groaned. “Right, right. I wanted to care. Got it.”
I barked with laughter. “Do you guys have any more suitcases? I can help if—”
Richard jogged over to us. “I hate to interrupt—good morning, Molly—but we need to get to the train station.”
Mrs. Reeves’ eyes widened. “We’re taking a train!?”
I tried my question again. “If you guys need help with suitcases, I can—”
Richard shook his head. “No time, sorry to rush off. Did she tell you about your bonus?”
I held up the envelope. “She did, she did.”
Mrs. Reeves hugged me quickly. “Make sure the kids keep taking their vitamins.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” Richard said as he tugged her away.
“And make sure they stick to their bedtimes!”
“We have to go, Alice.”
“Oh, oh, oh! And take Sandy shopping! She’s had another growth spurt.”
“Alice!”
She sighed. “Ugh, Richard, you’re always so impatient.”
I tried not to laugh at them as I waved them off. Their driver tore down the driveway as if his life depended on it, and soon I was alone once more. I looked at the envelope in my hand and almost squealed, I was so excited. I’d been watching Cody and Sandy for the better part of four years, and their summer and holiday bonuses were always a treat.
But when I slid the check out of the envelope, I almost swallowed my tongue.
“Holy shit,” I hissed.
I slammed the check back into the envelope and hurried myself into the house. Never in my wildest dreams had I seen this kind of money with my name on it. I mean, my base pay per week was around fifteen-hundred, but I didn’t have to shell out for things like insurance and the like since they provided that kind of stuff for me as well. At most, my summer bonus had once been a thousand extra dollars.
But this check was made out with an extra three grand on it.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” I whispered as I walked inside.
“Ooooo, Miss Molly said a bad wooooord,” Cody chanted.
I giggled as I locked the door behind me. “So! Who’s ready for a snack?”
Sandy peeked her head around the corner and gazed at me down the hallway. “I’m making grilled cheese. Want some?”
I wrinkled my nose as I made my way toward her. “For breakfast? Have you guys eaten yet?”
Cody sat down at the table. “I had jolly ranchers. Does that count?”
Sandy giggled. “This is my second one. But Cody says my sandwiches smell like butts, so he doesn’t want one.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Is that true, Cody?”
He grimaced. “She burns the cheese. It’s gross.”
“No, I don’t!” Sandy exclaimed.
I held my hands up. “All right, all right! I know how to settle this.”
I walked into the kitchen and took the spatula from Sandy’s hand. “Why don't you and your brother go watch some television? I’ll whip up some grilled cheeses with some hot soup, and we’ll have lunch for breakfast.”
“Does this mean we can have breakfast for lunch?” Cody asked.
I winked at him. “Duh.”
The kids praised our daytime food plan as they rushed their way into the living room. I heard them toggling through channels on the massive projector television they owned. Out of all the things I had to get used to while working with the Reeves’, the sheer size of their property was one I could never stomach. I mean, who needed fifteen acres and a nine-thousand square foot house for four people?
