Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Hope filled me. “You think?”
“I don’t think, I know. So this was good. Definitely not a wasted trip.”
“What now?” I asked. “I mean, could this backfire? Now that he thinks I’m taken?”
“I didn’t say we were dating exclusively, just that we were dating. Trust me, next time he gets you alone, he’s going to ask about me. That will be your opportunity to let him know we’re not that serious. I’ll just be present enough to make him realize he needs to hurry, or he’ll lose the opportunity.”
Blowing a breath up into my hair, I said, “Well, this is far simpler than exposing my nipples. And I don’t even have to be disgusted with myself.”
“It’ll be fun, Mollz.” Declan replaced the lid on the gnocchi container. “Speaking of the fun we’re having, I was hoping maybe you wouldn’t mind being home next Wednesday night? That’s a night off for you, right? I was thinking of asking Julia to come over to brainstorm on the campaign at our place. Might be a good opportunity for you and me to…flirt.”
I couldn’t exactly say no; he’d helped me out a lot tonight.
“Oh...yeah. Of course. I can do that. It’s only fair. You just did me a huge favor.”
He smiled wide. “Cool.”
He did look especially handsome in the suit tonight.
Declan stayed until my break was over, and then I went back to work.
Later that night, sure enough, Will caught me at the nurses’ station.
He shuffled through some folders and said, “Declan, was it? He seemed nice.”
My heart pounded. “Yeah. He is. Like I said…it’s new. Nothing serious or anything.”
“He seems pretty serious, though, if he’s bringing you food at midnight...”
“I thought that was nice of him, yes. But it’s not exclusive.”
He put a folder back in its rightful spot, then turned to me and said, “Good to know.” He winked before heading back down the hall.
That thrilled me, but at the same time, I had to wonder what the hell was taking him so long to ask me out. He could have easily done so by now.
A few minutes later, Daisy appeared. “Holy shit, Molly. Spill on your new guy.”
I gave her the same story I’d just given Will—that it was new and the verdict was still out.
“Well, if it doesn’t work out, send him my way, because a man who looks like that and brings you food and flowers is gold.”
I felt like saying, yeah, men like that don’t exist.
But then again, what about Declan was really fake? He does look the way he does, and he is an amazing cook. While tonight’s dinner might have been for show, the Belgian waffles he made me the other night weren’t. And neither was his offer to accompany me to visit my dad, or the fact that he was a really good listener.
My sights were set on Will, but for some reason, as the night wore on, it was Declan I couldn’t stop thinking about.
CHAPTER 7
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Molly
Declan found a parking spot around the corner from my father’s house in Lincoln Park.
“So I’ll just be here doing some work if you need me.”
I felt bad making him wait in the car. He’d said he had work to do, but I couldn’t imagine he would have chosen to be stuck in his vehicle if he weren’t doing me a favor. And if I admitted that I felt bad asking him to wait here for me, he’d insist on doing it anyway. So instead, I made it seem like I needed his support at dinner. It wasn’t a total lie.
“Do you...think we could change the plan? I’d love it if you could come inside with me.”
His forehead wrinkled. “You want me to have dinner with you and your dad?”
“I know it’s kind of random for me to bring you along, but I’d prefer not to be alone.”
“Well, that’s all you had to say.” Declan removed his seatbelt. “But what’s the story?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who am I supposed to be?”
I punched his shoulder gently. “How about my roommate, Declan?”
“Now there’s a novel idea.” He chuckled.
“Just be yourself.”
He winked. “I can do that.”
We exited the car and made our way up my father’s front steps. He lived in a three-million-dollar, single-family home on a posh, tree-lined street in one of the nicest neighborhoods in Chicago.
My “stepmother” Kayla answered the door. “Molly, it’s so good to see you.”
She patted me on the back as we did the obligatory hug.
“You, too.”
“And who’s this?” she asked.
“This is my friend Declan. Hope you don’t mind me bringing him along.”
“Of course not! We have plenty of food.”
“Good to meet you,” Declan said.
I could’ve sworn Kayla gave Declan a once-over. That wouldn’t have surprised me. Anyone who could steal a man from his family has no shame.
“Where’s Siobhan?” I asked.
“Your sister is at her friend’s house. She wanted to see you, but she was invited to a sleepover that started at four. She was torn.”