“I don’t blame him,” Molly said. “I am often confused for a crazed serial killer.”
“What else did he say to you?”
“Oh, give it up! Like you give a s**t! He could have come in here, told me to strip n***d and dry ride him for an hour and he wouldn’t be far off where you are!”
Molly peered at the top of his head when his stare sank to the floor. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. Blake was the first man that she had trusted in two years. Two years! And he turned out to be a lying cop! She berated herself for once again making a terrible decision where men were concerned.
“Are you married?” she asked.
“No,” he said on an exhale, and brought his attention back to hers. “I didn’t lie about anything… except the car is mine and the apartment we went to was Jason’s.”
“Jason?” she
