She felt the small smile form on her lips.
Eden punched her in the arm gleefully. “Well, color me happy. It was, wasn’t it?”
“Better,” she said shyly.
Eden arched a highly interested eyebrow. “And everything’s good? You survived a very big step. Proud of you, you know.”
“Well…not entirely. I had kind of a breakdown afterward.”
Eden’s mouth fell open. “Not in front of Jordan?”
“God, no. After she left. There was this moment when it hit. The realization. And I crumbled.” She leaned against the counter as she tried to figure out how to better explain. “You have to understand, I’ve never been with anyone other than Cassie. And that’s forever changed now. Last night was kind of monumental, and I didn’t roll with the punches as well as I hoped I would.”
“Is it because you were with someone else? Or because you were with Jordan ?”
Well, if that wasn’t the million-dollar question. “Both. I think. I’ve always been a rule follower, Eden. You know this. I don’t cheat at Monopoly. I wait for the walk sign before crossing the street even when there aren’t any cars coming. I’ve never tried an illegal drug in my life. And sleeping with the sister feels like breaking a rule. There’s bound to be a no sleeping with the sister clause.”
Eden thumbed through an imaginary book in her hands. “Good news. I just checked and there’s not.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “It’s something I’m working through.”
“One thing at a time, honey. You can do this.” She pinched Molly’s cheek affectionately and went back to the salted caramel snicker doodles she was mixing. “I’m going to put on some music while we work. That cool?”
“Sounds great.”
Sixty seconds later, when the song “Let’s Talk About Sex” filled the room, Molly couldn’t help but laugh. And shake her hips subtly to the music.
As the day at the bakeshop came to a close and the sun began its slow descent in the sky, Molly sat on the bench outside watching the world head home around her. She looked down at her cell phone and smiled. She dialed quickly but got voice mail. That was okay; a message would do.
“This message is for a Jordan Tuscana. Sorry to bother you. This is Molly O’Brien, also known as the illustrious auction winner. That’s actually how I prefer to be addressed, by the way, ‘illustrious auction winner.’ I was calling to politely inquire about setting up a date and time to collect my winnings. See, I have a car that needs to be washed and a back porch that could be stained, and word on the street is that you’re surprisingly handy. I hope the street is right. Please get back to me at your earliest convenience. P.S. There’s possible lemonade. I emphasize the word possible.”
It was several hours later, while Molly was in the bathtub, that the reply must have come in. Wrapped in her cuddly white robe, she listened to the voice mail.
“Illustrious auction winner, thanks so much for your message. I wondered when you’d call in your winnings. In good news, the street doesn’t lie. I’ve won multiple car washing competitions. I made it to state in car washing when I was younger. If I remember correctly, I learned from the best. How do I know if this lemonade is any good?”
Molly dialed immediately and grinned when she got the outgoing message. “I’m going to let that lemonade comment go, as I actually won state in lemonade. I know. I’ll pause for your required reverence. What about tomorrow?”
She waited for her phone to buzz and when it did, she let the call roll over.
“I’d love to do manual labor tomorrow, but my schedule is bit tied up with a friend. Not that kind, auction winner. I know where your mind goes. How about the day after? Looks to be a good car washing day. Tag. You’re it.”
She dialed back. “There’s nothing more I hate than being it. The day after tomorrow is perfect. I’ll start the lemonade. Four o’clock? Please confirm. I can’t stop tapping my foot until you do.”
“Calling to confirm. Cease the tapping. People will stare. I can’t even wait, by the way. And I mean that with the utmost of sincerity. Sweet dreams, auction winner.”
Molly smiled at the phone for a few moments before moving on to feed Rover. Things were looking up. She had a meeting with a possible distributor for her truffles, her dad had a good week and seemed to be on board with his diet, and she was carefully figuring out how to navigate the dicey Jordan scenario. It wasn’t the easiest of situations, but maybe it was because she was putting the cart before the horse. It wasn’t like she had to be in some sort of hardcore committed forever relationship with Jordan. They were enjoying each other’s company, and sewing a few wild oats in the process. And you know what? Sometimes oats needed to be sewn.
“Sewin’ a few oats,” she said to Rover to keep him in the loop. “That’s all.” But it registered somewhere in the back of her mind that it was Rover she was talking to nowadays, and not Cassie. She didn’t allow herself to dwell. As soon as the thought entered her head, she erased it.
Not something she was ready to deal with.
She was holding her own, and she intended to stay that way. In fact, she caught herself humming a tune as she headed down the hallway for bed. It was almost ten and she needed her sleep. And as she drifted off, she felt the presence of a small smile on her face.
Hope. That was the last cognizant thought she had before slumber took over. It turns out, there was hope.
Chapter Seventeen
When Molly arrived home from work the next day, Jordan was waiting on the front porch. It had only been a couple of days, but she was definitely a sight for sore eyes in a mouth-watering kind of way. She wore faded jeans with a hole in the left thigh, a white tank top underneath a pale blue shirt, that she wore open. And it just so happened to bring out the color of her eyes vibrantly.
After stealing a minute to take her in, Molly checked her watch. “Am I late? I thought we decided on four. I hate to be late.”
“Then you’re in luck because I’m early. I was free, so I thought I’d head over. I didn’t mind waiting. It’s such a gorgeous day. Just look.”
Molly took in her surroundings. Jordan was right. Applewood had offered up a pretty nice one. A total of two clouds in the sky, and just a slight breeze that happened every few moments. Spring was in the air, quite literally, and temperatures were rising.
“So, hi,” Jordan said, was that shyly? Jordan was never shy. It was adorable.
“Hi.” And for whatever reason, she didn’t quite know what was expected of her. Should she hug Jordan, pull her in and kiss her? Neither felt entirely right, so she stood rooted to the top step and smiled. Okay, so it was possible she was feeling a little nervous herself.
So stupid.
But then again, really it wasn’t.
Because this wasn’t Jordan the way she knew her. This was a new Jordan, and there was this unfamiliar dynamic between them that required finessing.
Jordan lifted a hand to shield the sun from her eyes. “I hear there’s a car that needs to be washed?”
“Oh, it most definitely does. And I should confess, it’s been a while. You came at the right time.”
Jordan trotted down the stairs and circled the car once. “Prepare to get your money’s worth. Where can I find supplies?”
Molly pointed to the garage. “Yonder.”
Jordan stared at her for a beat.
“What?”
“That was a cute moment for you. Very Molly.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I might.” Jordan shot her a killer smile as she lifted the door to the garage and headed in. And we’re back, Molly thought with a sigh of relief. Just like that, they’d picked up their old give and take.
As Jordan got set up, she headed into the house, changed into jeans and a T-shirt, and brought a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses onto the porch. That’s when she took a seat on the steps and took in the view.