CeCe:So how did it go with Mr Sexy Cakes?
Molly:Haha. Don’t call him that.
CeCe:Gloria started it.
Molly:It was nice. We had high tea and talked. He’s actually an OK guy.
CeCe:High tea? Fancy! That’s up a notch dating right there.
Molly:Yeah, but I was too nervous to eat and… it wasn’t a date.
CeCe:Did he mention Ava?
Molly:Only after I asked him. She’s his ex, lives in France, and they’ve been over for a few months.
CeCe:OK, well that’s a plus. And the kiss?
Molly:Conspicuous by its absence.
CeCe:*sad face* So he’s kinda slow on the uptake then?
Molly:Or simply respectful?
CeCe:Hmm. Anyway, I have to go, but let’s grab a coffee soon.
Molly:Yep. Sounds good.
Molly was just about to hop in the shower when her doorbell rang. She peeked out the kitchen window and saw the double cab parked in the driveway before opening the front door.
Jake stood in the soft evening light, that serious look on his face. “I forgot something.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” He looked down the drive toward the street, then back to her attention. “It’s just… this.”
She half expected him to offer her a container full of leftovers from their untouched high tea, but instead, he leaned one hand on the doorjamb, cupped her face in the other hand and kissed her. Eyes closed and up on tiptoe, Molly melted into him, his lips gentle but tongue intent.
As their kiss deepened, Jake moaned and pulled her impossibly close. There was no mistaking his desire, and she had to stop her hands from wandering south, to keep herself from touching him and, in turn, have him touch her the way no man had in a very long time.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “Well, shit!”
Just as he went to kiss her again, Gloria appeared around the side of the main house, secateurs in one hand and a bunch of rosebuds in the other.
Molly pressed her fingertips to her lips as Jake stepped back.
The older woman grinned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Of course not,” Jake said with a smile. “I was just leaving.”
He squeezed Molly’s hand, then let go. “Goodnight, ladies.”
Face warm with an annoying blush, Molly joined Gloria in the driveway, and they both stood watching as Jake jumped into his truck and drove away.
Gloria handed her the cut flowers. “Here, you better put these in water before they wilt from that Sinclair heatwave that just passed through.”
“You are hilarious.”
“So I’ve been told. So, what’s the deal?”
