Molly
I shake my head and laugh lightly.
“Yeah… I’m back,” I say, adjusting my bag. My eyes drift over her again. “I can see you’re having some fun… enjoying yourself.”
Catherine lifts her wine glass casually and takes a slow sip like she’s lounging at some beach resort instead of sitting in the living room in a damn bikini.
“Oh, you know,” she says lazily. “Just relaxing.”
I fold my arms loosely. “On the couch,” I add.
She waves a hand dismissively. “Please. Don’t be dramatic. It’s just a bikini.”
Her tone is so casual it almost makes me laugh.
“You should try relaxing sometime, Molly,” she continues. “You look tense.”
“I wonder why,” I say dryly.
She smiles sweetly like she didn’t just hear the sarcasm.
“The weather is warm,” she goes on, gesturing toward herself. “I figured w
