49Molly stood by the grill, frozen, unable to believe what Ben had just asked her. “Really? Marry you?” she said, with wide eyes, and he laughed, taking the fork out of her hand and pulling her close.
At that moment they both felt her cellphone vibrate. Molly grabbed it from her pocket.
“What’s Maron say?” asked Ben.
“It’s not him,” said Molly wonderingly. “It’s Malcolm Barstow, telling me to get to the train station right away.” She paused. “He doesn’t say why…but I trust him.”
“I’m coming with you,” said Ben, and though Molly hesitated for just an instant, she quickly waved for him to follow her.
“Can we take your car?” she asked. “I’ll text Lawrence and ask him to take over hosting duties. Frances and Nico will be fine. Hurry!”
Ben was an expert driver but Molly had never seen him
