Page 65 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to explain our affair.

Cole left the explanation at that, maybe because as a detective, he knew when he’d hit a dead end in a line of questioning.

“What were you going to ask about for tonight?” Finn asked.

“Oh.” Cole picked up a raspberry and plopped it in his mouth. “My parents want to take the kids for the night. Since we’re all kid-less, I thought we could go out and get a beer or something.”

“Or I could cook?” Poppy offered.

Cole shook his head. “You’re taking a break tonight.”

“I’d be up for that new Thai place,” I suggested. “I’ve been wanting to try it but the kids won’t eat it.”

While I loved hitting the movie theater solo, eating at a restaurant alone was not my thing. I admired women who could do it.

“I have a better idea.” Poppy brought over the toast and warmed

bacon to the table, starting to assemble the sandwiches. “How about we order takeout from the Thai place and have a game night?”

A game night. I hadn’t gone to a game night in a decade.

Poppy loved playing board games, something we all used to do together during and after college. After Jamie died, Poppy hadn’t played a board game until Cole came into her life.

Now the two had built quite the collection of games and hosted game nights every so often. Ugh. Finn used to take Brenna.

“I’m in,” Finn said and took the sandwich Poppy slid across the table.

“Nice.” Poppy handed Cole his sandwich next. He grinned at her then shoved a huge bite in his mouth.

Game night. I’d worked so hard to be happy about Poppy and Cole doing things with Finn and whichever woman he was dating. It was strange to be in that place. The other woman’s place. Strange yet . . . comfortable.

Excitement bubbled. “Sounds great.”

We all stood around the table, eating our BLTs, too consumed with food to talk. Until Finn broke the silence.

“So, Cole. What are the chances you’d be willing to fingerprint a few letters for us?”

Cole chuckled. “About as good as me agreeing to let MacKenna date before she’s thirty.”

“Hmm.” Finn frowned. “Then I’d like to report a crime. Someone broke into my house, stole some old letters and snuck them into Molly’s mailbox.”

“Still can’t run the fingerprints.”

“Damn.” Finn looked to me. “We’re back to square one again.”

“Mailbox stakeout?”

He grinned. “I’ll bring the night-vision goggles.”

“Bye.” I waved at Poppy and Cole as they stood on the porch of their house. My sides hurt from laughing so hard all night. “I love game night.”

Finn chuckled. “Me too. Especially when we dominate.”

“Did they win anything?”

“Nope.” Finn held up his hand for a high five. “Team Alcott cleaned up.”

I smacked my hand against his. Team Alcott.