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“But?” Payton presses.
“I like her. I more than like her.” I admit, shaking my head. “I think Molly feels the same way but she’s stubborn and...” I glance at both of them. Like really look at them. “This morning after I got up, she was gone. I thought she was doing bridal stuff with you. It wasn’t until she walked down the aisle and I saw her face, I realized something was wrong. She was upset.”
Knox rubs his forehead.
“Did she say anything to you?” he asks Payton.
She shakes her head, and I let out a groan.
I was hoping she might have some idea but clearly Molly keeps her thoughts and emotions very private.
God she is frustrating.
“No but I felt there was something off. I thought she was just emotional. Weddings are. And she had to call her own off years ago.”
What?
“Molly was engaged?” I ask, stunned.
“Yes.” Payton nods. “They had an engagement party but then...actually I don’t know what happened, but she’s never dated anyone seriously since.”
This feels important.
Why didn’t she mention it?
“Ever? For how long?” I push.
Payton glances between Knox and me, uncertain if she should talk about her friend’s personal business.
“Tell me. Whether Molly likes it or not, Payton, we are in a relationship. You need to tell me.” I demand.
She stares at me, biting her lip.
Come on, Payton.
Molly was engaged? Those words are ringing in my ears, and I don’t like them.
Who to?
Fuck I hate that some other man thought he was going to make her his forever.
She’s mine.
After a bit more lip biting, Knox says something to Payton quietly that I can’t decipher, and she starts talking.
“I honestly don’t know much more but I do know it’s been a few years. That’s why I was surprised to learn she went on a few dates with Greg.”
Fucking Greg.
“Are they serious? Her and Greg?” I ask.
If they are, how dare Molly ask me about Harlow. Complete double standards. But it explains her constantthis is over when we leave the Hamptons.
Guess she couldn’t wait to leave.
“I don’t think so,” Payton replies. “I mean she kissed you.”
My brows fly up into the air. “Sorry?”
