Chapter Twenty
While brushing a fallen lash, which probably wasn’t even really there, from her cheek Molly tried to be as subtle as she could in her attempt to glance toward the media center.
“You’re going to give yourself a migraine,” Vanessa said.
“What?” Molly said. It was only when her neck snapped back that she realized just how much she’d been craning it. Vanessa was drying glasses, but she was no fool and must have seen exactly what Molly was trying to do, despite the fact that she was supposed to be cashing out the register.
“If you’re that worried, then go over there,” Vanessa said, sliding another glass into place.
“Worried?” Molly said, counting out the bills. “What would I be worried about?”
“She’s holding his hand, they look pretty intense… I would be worried too.”
“No.
