Chapter Eleven
Every second he was gone seemed like an hour, but eventually he returned to her in the living room with a navy-blue bath towel in hand and took a seat beside her on the couch.
“I’m scared to ask what we need this for,” Blake said, handing her the towel.
“Stay,” she said, and kissed his cheek.
The glass of wine was appreciated now perhaps more than she’d ever appreciated alcohol before in her life. Alcohol had never agreed with her, and a single glass of wine could erase her inhibitions, for which she was grateful now. Running into the bathroom that she’d glimpsed on their entry, Molly tried to quell her nerves because she hadn’t done anything this brazen in years.
When she relaxed with Blake and slid into the driver’s seat herself, she was happy to flirt, to be playful
