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Authors: Lauren Layne
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that moment had been enough to sucker-punch the breath out of her. Now she felt merely…tired.
That was it. Talking to her sister—hell, even
thinking
about her—made Mollie tired. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. “Can we not talk about her? Please?”
Kim came over to the bed, shoving a box to the side so she could sit beside Mollie, looping an arm around her neck. “Sure, babe.” They were silent for a minute before Kim gave a big sigh and said, “You’re not
really
leaving me, right? For the uppers?”
Mollie smiled. Kim had a great little studio just a few blocks away from Mollie’s place on the Lower East Side. The “uppers” referred to the Upper West Side and Upper East Side of Manhattan, which were more expensive than their current neighborhood. She and Kim had a long-standing joke about what life would be like when they could afford the “uppers.”
Mollie sure as hell hadn’t figured this was how she’d get there, and yet…She had no regrets. A chance to get away from Austin and his spider, a chance to be closer to her work, a heater that actually worked…
“Do you think Madison wants Jackson back?” Mollie blurted out.
“Thought we weren’t talking about her.”
“Kimmy.”
Her friend sighed. “Fine. I don’t know, babe. But if I know anything about your sister, I’m guessing that if she didn’t want him back before, she definitely does after that phone call. Did you really think there was any way she was going to let her hot little sister move in with her ex without some sort of ulterior motive?”
“She’s not like that,” Mollie said automatically, leaning against her friend so that her hair tangled with Kim’s black locks.
Kim kissed the side of her head. “She’s
exactly
like that.”
Mollie swallowed, knowing she should defend her sister. Once upon a time, she’d exhausted herself trying to make sure people understood Madison. But recently Mollie wasn’t even sure
she
understood her sister.
“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” Mollie asked her best friend. “Moving in with Jackson?”
Kim was uncharacteristically silent for a long moment. “I think you’re taking a risk.”
“Because he’s my former brother-in-law?”
Kim patted her knee. “That. And the fact that you used to be in love with him.”
There was that. There was definitely that.
Chapter 7
“You seriously didn’t have to hire movers,” Mollie said for the hundredth time as she watched two burly dudes easily maneuver yet another stack of boxes to Jackson’s guest room.
Jackson pointed at a barstool. “Sit. Relax. Want a beer?”
“No, I still need to unpack,” she muttered, reluctantly plopping onto the stool.
“Have a beer, Molls. Unpacking your nightstand contents isn’t like operating heavy machinery,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.
“Clearly you don’t know what’s in my nightstand.”
Jackson lifted his eyebrows. “Exactly how big is your vibrator?”
“I
meant
I have like a zillion books.”
“Which are not breakable,” he said, handing her a beer. “And is that a no on the vibrator?”
She gave him a look as she took the bottle from his hand. “I just want to state for the record that I have moved several times, on my own, without the help of movers, and I could have done it again.”
“Moving yourself is for college kids. You’re an adult. Hire movers.”
“No, moving yourself is for people without extra income,” she said. “Snob.”
“So what was the plan?” he asked, tipping the bottle to his lips. “You were just going to maneuver all those big-ass boxes around with those skinny sticks you call arms?”
“Don’t be silly. I was going to hire some big beefy dudes from campus to help me. Perk of working at a university.”
Jackson was about to set his bottle on the counter but his hand froze, just for a second, and Mollie felt a sting of regret as she realized she’d inadvertently hit a nerve.
That was it. Talking to her sister—hell, even
thinking
about her—made Mollie tired. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. “Can we not talk about her? Please?”
Kim came over to the bed, shoving a box to the side so she could sit beside Mollie, looping an arm around her neck. “Sure, babe.” They were silent for a minute before Kim gave a big sigh and said, “You’re not
really
leaving me, right? For the uppers?”
Mollie smiled. Kim had a great little studio just a few blocks away from Mollie’s place on the Lower East Side. The “uppers” referred to the Upper West Side and Upper East Side of Manhattan, which were more expensive than their current neighborhood. She and Kim had a long-standing joke about what life would be like when they could afford the “uppers.”
Mollie sure as hell hadn’t figured this was how she’d get there, and yet…She had no regrets. A chance to get away from Austin and his spider, a chance to be closer to her work, a heater that actually worked…
“Do you think Madison wants Jackson back?” Mollie blurted out.
“Thought we weren’t talking about her.”
“Kimmy.”
Her friend sighed. “Fine. I don’t know, babe. But if I know anything about your sister, I’m guessing that if she didn’t want him back before, she definitely does after that phone call. Did you really think there was any way she was going to let her hot little sister move in with her ex without some sort of ulterior motive?”
“She’s not like that,” Mollie said automatically, leaning against her friend so that her hair tangled with Kim’s black locks.
Kim kissed the side of her head. “She’s
exactly
like that.”
Mollie swallowed, knowing she should defend her sister. Once upon a time, she’d exhausted herself trying to make sure people understood Madison. But recently Mollie wasn’t even sure
she
understood her sister.
“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” Mollie asked her best friend. “Moving in with Jackson?”
Kim was uncharacteristically silent for a long moment. “I think you’re taking a risk.”
“Because he’s my former brother-in-law?”
Kim patted her knee. “That. And the fact that you used to be in love with him.”
There was that. There was definitely that.
Chapter 7
“You seriously didn’t have to hire movers,” Mollie said for the hundredth time as she watched two burly dudes easily maneuver yet another stack of boxes to Jackson’s guest room.
Jackson pointed at a barstool. “Sit. Relax. Want a beer?”
“No, I still need to unpack,” she muttered, reluctantly plopping onto the stool.
“Have a beer, Molls. Unpacking your nightstand contents isn’t like operating heavy machinery,” he said, going to the fridge and pulling out two beers.
“Clearly you don’t know what’s in my nightstand.”
Jackson lifted his eyebrows. “Exactly how big is your vibrator?”
“I
meant
I have like a zillion books.”
“Which are not breakable,” he said, handing her a beer. “And is that a no on the vibrator?”
She gave him a look as she took the bottle from his hand. “I just want to state for the record that I have moved several times, on my own, without the help of movers, and I could have done it again.”
“Moving yourself is for college kids. You’re an adult. Hire movers.”
“No, moving yourself is for people without extra income,” she said. “Snob.”
“So what was the plan?” he asked, tipping the bottle to his lips. “You were just going to maneuver all those big-ass boxes around with those skinny sticks you call arms?”
“Don’t be silly. I was going to hire some big beefy dudes from campus to help me. Perk of working at a university.”
Jackson was about to set his bottle on the counter but his hand froze, just for a second, and Mollie felt a sting of regret as she realized she’d inadvertently hit a nerve.
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