Page 24 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

It didn’t matter now. I yanked on the bottom of the picture, tearing it free from its pin, then I crumpled it up in one hand and tossed it in the trash can next to the desk. When I looked at Molly, her brown eyes were waiting.

“I’m sorry about your breakup,” she said gently.

“It’s fine.”

“Is that why you stayed for dinner last night? Because you were upset?”

“What? No. Things with Brenna haven’t been going well for a while. Like I told you, it was time.”

“You seem upset.”

I ran my hand over my jaw. “I’m not upset.”

“Well you just killed that picture. It seems like you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“It’s okay if you are.”

Fuck. Would this woman ever listen to me? “I’m not upset!”

My voice bounced off the walls and I immediately regretted raising my voice.

Molly scowled, then turned back to her laptop. “Fine. I’m busy. I know you probably are too. Since there isn’t anything else to discuss, you should probably get back to work.”

“Kicking me out again?”

She pursed her lips, positioning her hands over the keyboard. “I’ll have the kids call you before bedtime. Thanks again for mowing my lawn last night.”

That fucking lawn. What a disaster it had turned out to be. I blamed it for getting us into this position.

“Molly.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I just . . . I’m not upset about Brenna. Really. I’m sorry I yelled.”

“I don’t want to fight, Finn.”

“Neither do I.” We’d done enough of that while we’d been married. “I’m off this morning. Last night was, well, I don’t know.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Was it?”

Her eyes snapped to mine. “What do you mean?”

“Was it a mistake?” I’d been wrestling with that question for hours.

“We’re divorced. Divorced people shouldn’t be having sex with one another. It’s too complicated.”

“It didn’t feel complicated.”

She blinked at me, her mouth falling open. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know. I just know that last night was the best I’ve slept in years. And not just because I missed my pillow.”

The corner of her mouth turned up. “I couldn’t get rid of that pillow. I thought about it, but I just couldn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Maybe you should take it with you. That way you’ll have it at home.”