Page 127 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“Uh, I’m struggling?” Finn’s eyebrows came together. “What are you talking about?”

“Mom. You were right about the counseling. She would have known all about our sessions with Lauren Trussel. She came in for lunch today and told me that Lauren had called her and said you’d scheduled some time to talk with her.”

“Annnd I’ll be canceling that appointment.”

“It’s not fair. You should be safe to talk about the accident if it’s causing you stress. I can do some digging to find a therapist in town who doesn’t associate with Mom.”

“I’m not stressed about the accident. It’s over. I’m fine. I feel lucky and really fucking happy to be alive. I wanted to meet with Lauren because you met with Lauren.”

“I’m confused.”

He stood and came around the desk, sitting on the edge. “The counseling appointment wasn’t for me. It was for us.”

“Huh?”

“I had planned to bring you along. For marriage counseling.”

“We’re not married.”

Finn shrugged. “Did you get my letter?”

“Don’t change the subject. You want to go to marriage counseling with your ex-wife?”

“Better late than never.”

My head was spinning, and it took me a moment to let it all sink in. Finn wanted to go to marriage counseling with me. That was . . . odd. And incredibly sweet. “You want to go to counseling?”

“I thought maybe we had some things to talk about, but it doesn’t matter now because I’m not going to meet with Lauren. I’d hoped I was wrong and paranoid about her being one of your mom’s spies. Guess I was right.”

“Yes, you were. But that aside, thank you. The gesture of the counseling . . . I appreciate it.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Did you get my letter?”

I shifted in my seat so I could pull it out from my pocket. “This letter?”

“That’s the one.” Finn grinned. “What do you say? Have dinner with me Saturday? My parents already agreed to watch the kids.”

“I have plans. Sorry.” I stood from the chair and walked past him toward the door. I wasn’t sure what was happening, with the counseling thing and the letter asking me out, but we’d already decided to go our separate ways. More than once.

“Hold up.” Finn rushed to catch up as I walked through the kitchen. “What plans?”

“I’m babysitting MacKenna and Brady so Poppy and Cole can have a date.”

“Oh,” he grumbled. “Then how about Sunday?”

“It’s a school night.”

“Last time I checked, you’re not in school.”

“We have two kids who are. They should be at home, getting ready for the week.”

“My mom can come over and watch them there. They’ll be in bed by nine, just like every other night.”

I went through the swinging door and behind the counter. “I’ll take over out here.”

“Okay.” Poppy smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen.

Finn was standing at the end o