Craving Molly(54)

“He’s fine.” Dad motioned with his head toward the corner, where Rock was hanging with Mel. Ah, Christ. “He’s been giving names to Duncan as he remembers, but it’s takin’ longer than they thought.”

“Why?”

“Because it was his damn wedding. He was plastered and eager to fuck his wife, so he’s havin’ a hard time rememberin’ everyone who was there,” Dad said with a grimace.

“You think he’s draggin’ his feet?”

“Nah, I think he just wants to make sure he doesn’t leave anyone out, since his deal with them depends on the names he gives.”

“Makes sense,” I mumbled.

“How’s your girl’s baby doin’?” Dad asked, making me jerk in surprise.

“Don’t know,” I said, taking a long pull of my coffee and burning the shit out of my mouth.

“You don’t know?”

“That’s over.” I froze when Dad grimaced and shook his head. “What?”

“Your ma took over a couple of Rosie’s old dolls this mornin’,” he said with a huff.

“Fucking fantastic,” I hissed, running a hand over my face. “And?”

“Far as I know, Molly didn’t say anything. She just thanked your ma, gave her some coffee and that was it.”

My stomach clenched at the thought of Molly not hearing from me for days then having to deal with my mother. “Is Mom here?”

“Nah, she’s at home with the girls,” he answered, referring to Lily and Rose. If they weren’t at our house, they were together at Casper and Farrah’s place. They’d always been really close, but I wasn’t sure if they’d spent a day apart since the day Lily had gone blind.

“Alright,” I said, setting my mug on the bar. “I’ll stop by later and let Mom know what’s up.”

“Probably a good idea, seeing as how she was planning on stopping by Molly’s with dinner tomorrow,” he said dryly.

“Christ.” I walked away and without thought, found myself moving toward Mel and Rocky.

Mel was on Rock’s lap and they were talking quietly when I sat down at their table. Before I could even open my mouth, Mel’s head was turning toward me and her entire body had stiffened.

“All good?” Rock asked nonchalantly, his arm tightening around Mel’s waist.

“Yep,” I answered, wishing I hadn’t put my coffee down so I’d have something to do with my hands. “Mel,” I greeted.

She glared at me for a long moment before Rocky nudged her and she replied, “Will.”

“How’s Reb?” I didn’t want to ask. I wanted to make a clean break. But I couldn’t stop worrying about the kid.

Mel pulled her phone out without answering, and I waited impatiently as she messed with it for a minute before setting it down on the table between us. “She’s fine,” Mel said emotionlessly.#p#分页标题#e#

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t make myself say anything at all. Right there on her phone was a photo of Molly and Rebel in a hospital bed. Reb was sleeping, her mouth barely hanging open and an IV in her arm. She looked okay. Really fucking small in that hospital bed, but fine otherwise.

It was Molly that caught my attention. She looked like she hadn’t slept since the night I’d been with her. There were dark circles around her eyes, and her face was drawn with exhaustion. Her arm was lying over Reb’s belly, and she was pretty much curled around the baby, her knees pulled up under Reb’s feet and her head lying on the pillow, her lips pressed against Rebel’s head.

“That was before Reb woke up and ripped her IV out of her arm and all hell broke loose,” Mel said, laying her hand over the phone and pulling it back across the table.

“She alright?” I asked roughly, scratching at my beard. My heart was pounding and I could feel a headache starting at the base of my skull. Everything I felt showed on my face, and I knew it. I wanted to fucking run from that table, but I couldn’t let Mel see that she’d gotten to me.

“She’s fine now,” Mel replied, stuffing her phone back in her purse.

“And Moll?”

“She’s fine, too.”

“Good.”

“Yep.”

I glanced up to see her staring. “Thought you’d be ripping my head off about now,” I mumbled.

“I don’t have to,” she said quietly. “This is your place, so it’s not like I could do much anyway, but I don’t have to rip your head off.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re done. It doesn’t matter what you do from here. You could go straight to Molly’s, but it wouldn’t make a difference. She won’t see you.” She wrapped her arms across her chest and sat up straighter. “You fucked yourself over far worse than anything I could do to you.”