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Molly.”
“That’s okay. Jesse let you get away to eat, right? I’ll kick his ass if he didn’t.”
Emery smiled, but it was forced and exhausted. “Na, he’s good. I”—she looked around at the other mechanics close by and walked closer to Molly, nodding for them to walk into the trailer for privacy—“I just needed some sleep. I’m sorry.” Grabbing a couple of waters out of the fridge, they sat across from one another on the bench seats that formed a U-shape, surrounding the small table on three sides.
“Is everything okay?” Molly rubbed Emery’s arm. “I’m here. I can help if you need something.”
“It’s okay, really, Molly. I appreciate it, though, that’s sweet.”
“I’m not going to give up, Emery. I need you around here to help me keep these boys in line. So that means I need to take care of you.”
Emery couldn’t help but grin at Molly’s smiling face and sunny disposition. She was just one of those people who one knew within minutes of meeting them that they were innately good. Something Emery knew she’d never be. She was honest with herself. She had a filthy mind, even dirtier jokes, and she was as ornery as she possibly could be. Other than being embarrassed about her medical issues, she didn’t much give a rat’s ass what anyone thought of her. Her dad would blame it on the Irish in her blood. Emery just blamed her dad. She was raised around mostly men and her last name was Kincaid. She snorted to herself—she was Molly’s polar opposite.
“What’s so funny?” Molly questioned.
“Nothing. Just thinking to myself.” Emery chuckled.
“Anyway…the wanting to take care of you part is just me. You’ll have to get used to it like the boys did. But they’re men. They didn’t fight me too hard, now they all expect it. They’ re all just a bunch of brats.” Molly nodded at Emery. “Especially my cowboy.”
Emery stuck her tongue in her cheek to try to keep from smiling. “Thank you, by the way, for the chocolate chip cookies. But you don’t have to keep baking things for him to bring me. It makes me feel guilty eating them.”
Molly swallowed and put her water bottle back down on the table in front of her. “Are you kidding? I’ll do whatever it takes to help Jesse win you over. I like you. And after the last several months of seeing him so blah, it’s good to see him smile again. He’s so freaking gorgeous when he smiles.”
She tried not to blush, not wanting Molly to pick up on the fact she agreed completely about his smile. That wasn’t the only part of him she thought was gorgeous, though. Emery pursed her lips together to contain the smirk and information. Molly did not need any more ammunition that she didn’t already have. Emery’s thoughts on Jesse’s ass were going to remain a private piece of knowledge.
Blinking the image away, she dragged her mind back to their conversation. “Blah, huh? Why?”
“Oh, long story short. The girl he liked more than anything way back in high school tracked him down last season and came to visit and watch him race. He thought it meant something, but she just wanted to have a little fun before she settled down with Mr. Right, as she so lovingly put it.”
“You’re kidding me? She actually said that?”
“Oh. It gets worse. She really acted like she liked him too, but her dad didn’t think Jesse was good enough because he isn’t a doctor like him or an attorney or something. You know, some sort of profession that you have to wear a suit to work every day.”
“So what did he do?”
Molly’s eyes closed as she gave a slight shake to her head. Emery could tell she was remembering the event, and with the look on her face, it had to be ugly. Concerned, her brow furrowed, and Emery pressed for more, even though the chill that ran up her spine indicated she wasn’t going to like what she heard. She may have only been on the verge of classifying what she had going with Jesse as “friends,” but she
“That’s okay. Jesse let you get away to eat, right? I’ll kick his ass if he didn’t.”
Emery smiled, but it was forced and exhausted. “Na, he’s good. I”—she looked around at the other mechanics close by and walked closer to Molly, nodding for them to walk into the trailer for privacy—“I just needed some sleep. I’m sorry.” Grabbing a couple of waters out of the fridge, they sat across from one another on the bench seats that formed a U-shape, surrounding the small table on three sides.
“Is everything okay?” Molly rubbed Emery’s arm. “I’m here. I can help if you need something.”
“It’s okay, really, Molly. I appreciate it, though, that’s sweet.”
“I’m not going to give up, Emery. I need you around here to help me keep these boys in line. So that means I need to take care of you.”
Emery couldn’t help but grin at Molly’s smiling face and sunny disposition. She was just one of those people who one knew within minutes of meeting them that they were innately good. Something Emery knew she’d never be. She was honest with herself. She had a filthy mind, even dirtier jokes, and she was as ornery as she possibly could be. Other than being embarrassed about her medical issues, she didn’t much give a rat’s ass what anyone thought of her. Her dad would blame it on the Irish in her blood. Emery just blamed her dad. She was raised around mostly men and her last name was Kincaid. She snorted to herself—she was Molly’s polar opposite.
“What’s so funny?” Molly questioned.
“Nothing. Just thinking to myself.” Emery chuckled.
“Anyway…the wanting to take care of you part is just me. You’ll have to get used to it like the boys did. But they’re men. They didn’t fight me too hard, now they all expect it. They’ re all just a bunch of brats.” Molly nodded at Emery. “Especially my cowboy.”
Emery stuck her tongue in her cheek to try to keep from smiling. “Thank you, by the way, for the chocolate chip cookies. But you don’t have to keep baking things for him to bring me. It makes me feel guilty eating them.”
Molly swallowed and put her water bottle back down on the table in front of her. “Are you kidding? I’ll do whatever it takes to help Jesse win you over. I like you. And after the last several months of seeing him so blah, it’s good to see him smile again. He’s so freaking gorgeous when he smiles.”
She tried not to blush, not wanting Molly to pick up on the fact she agreed completely about his smile. That wasn’t the only part of him she thought was gorgeous, though. Emery pursed her lips together to contain the smirk and information. Molly did not need any more ammunition that she didn’t already have. Emery’s thoughts on Jesse’s ass were going to remain a private piece of knowledge.
Blinking the image away, she dragged her mind back to their conversation. “Blah, huh? Why?”
“Oh, long story short. The girl he liked more than anything way back in high school tracked him down last season and came to visit and watch him race. He thought it meant something, but she just wanted to have a little fun before she settled down with Mr. Right, as she so lovingly put it.”
“You’re kidding me? She actually said that?”
“Oh. It gets worse. She really acted like she liked him too, but her dad didn’t think Jesse was good enough because he isn’t a doctor like him or an attorney or something. You know, some sort of profession that you have to wear a suit to work every day.”
“So what did he do?”
Molly’s eyes closed as she gave a slight shake to her head. Emery could tell she was remembering the event, and with the look on her face, it had to be ugly. Concerned, her brow furrowed, and Emery pressed for more, even though the chill that ran up her spine indicated she wasn’t going to like what she heard. She may have only been on the verge of classifying what she had going with Jesse as “friends,” but she
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