Chapter Twenty-One
Seeing him there by the bedroom door, with one hand on the handle ready to depart her home and her life, she somehow knew, if he left now, he wouldn’t be back. The blonde he’d spoken to had invited his attention and he’d gratefully bestowed it. Molly could only deduce that Blake hadn’t known she was still in the room.
When she’d been downstairs with Mason, she hoped that Blake wouldn’t seduce the blonde in her bed. Blake must have discovered that Molly was in the home of another man, and yet he hadn’t come for her, so she was left to wonder if he wanted to be free of her. Maybe Blake was happy for her to be with Mason and be out of his life.
“You want to talk?” he asked.
“Was it her?” Molly asked. “The blonde, was it her?”
Dropping the door handle, he shook his head
