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“The world is full of garages, Molly. If you want to move somewhere else, I’ll find another one.”
A relieved smile slips over her face. “Remy mentioned he might want to sell the house one day.”
“Shit, really?”
She grins. “I said you were gonna move in with us and he can be a manny to our kids.”
I choke on a piece of sausage. “How’d he respond to that?”
“He laughed.” She shrugs.
Huh. Not the reaction I would’ve gotten from Remy if I’d made the same joke.
We finish eating. Every few minutes, she grazes her foot against my calf under the table, then shyly glances away.
“Do you want another waffle?” she asks.
I glance down at the towel I’m still wearing. “I think I’m gonna get dressed. You’re welcome to come help.”
“I’ll finish the waffles, then come find you.”
“Deal.” I lean over and kiss her cheek.
Molly
I stand and drool over Griff’s legs as he pads out of the kitchen. Shaking my head, I clear the table.
“Leave the dishes. I’ll do them!” Griff shouts.
I stack the dishes in the sink. The waffle maker beeps, and I pry the sweet, golden, fluffy disk out of the griddle and set it on a plate. Then I pour the rest of the batter into the griddle and snap it shut.
Someone knocks on the apartment door. I whisk a towel off the counter and wipe batter off my fingers.
“I got it,” I call to Griff.
Please don’t be Tanya again. Griff said his mom made it to Jersey and seems happy there. She can’t be back already, right?
I press my nose to the door, peering into the peephole. Bright light sears my eyeball. I wince and jerk away. What the heck?
“Griff, I’m not sure who it is.” I reach for the knob and twist.
“Hang on!” Griff shouts.
I try to twist the knob but the lock scrapes and doesn’t close all the way. The door flies open, hitting my shoulder.
“Ow!” I jump back, pressing my hand to the sore spot. Thank God it missed my face.
The blinding light bobs closer. I squint against the glare. The glowing orb seems attached to a large camera held by a man with a pointy beard. Two more people follow him inside.
“We’re here for Griffin ‘Stonewall’ Royal.” A short, older woman with pink hair stops and peers up at me. “Are you the girlfriend?”
What the hell is happening? “Uh, yeah. And you are?”
“Diane? What the fuck?” Griff says from somewhere behind me. A few seconds later, he drapes a protective arm over my shoulders and pulls me against him.
“Griff?” Trembles of fear travel up my legs. “What’s happening?”
“She even legal?” The man behind Diane runs his dismissive gaze over me and scoffs.
