out.”
Before she could respond, he hooked his arm through hers and ushered her onto the third-floor landing. “She’s hiding something from us, something important.”
Perhaps. Perhaps not. Molly would know more once she spoke with Fanny.
“If this is merely a matter of cold feet—”
“It’s more than that.”
“I’m afraid you’re right.” Garrett rubbed the back of his neck, shifted his gaze to meet hers. “Since she’s made it perfectly clear she doesn’t want to discuss this with me or Callie, I’m counting on you to uncover the truth.”
“I’ll get her to talk,” she promised.
“I believe you will.” He turned to go then swung back around. “I’ll expect a full report later this evening.”
“This evening?”
“We’re attending the opera together. With Mrs. Singletary.” He punctuated the statement with a frown.
At his gloomy expression, Molly bit back a smile. Garrett hated the opera. Actually, he disliked all forms of theater, while she reveled in the drama of any production that required a stage and a troupe of performers.
Their vastly different opinions had been the source of their first argument. And, if memory served, the provocation that led to their first kiss.
Refusing to dwell on that thought, she cleared her face of all expression and became graciousness itself. “You’ll get your report. I won’t leave out a single detail.”
His eyes widened.
Oh, honestly. Did he think her completely incapable of agreeable behavior? Even after their unspoken truce?
Insulted, she pivoted around and, without uttering another word, left him to stare after her retreating back.
Let him think whatever he wished about her abrupt departure. Molly had a friend in need. At the moment, nothing mattered more than that.
Chapter Five
Garrett grimaced at the look he caught on Molly’s face, right before she turned her back on him. He’d offended her, somehow, when that hadn’t been his intent.
Rather than demand an apology, as she would have done in the past, she simply walked away from their conversation. Head high, chin tilted at a jaunty angle, she showed no real signs of temper. Yet, when she shut the door behind her with a firm click, her message was unmistakable.
Garrett was dismissed.
Torn between exasperation and amusement, he tunneled his fingers through his hair.
The afternoon was turning out to be a strange one. Indeed, nothing was as expected. There was Fanny with her uncommon tears and drama, Molly with her lack of either. In a matter of hours, his well-ordered, predictable world had tilted slightly off-center.
As if matters weren’t confounding enough, Callie joined him on the landing, a frustrated scowl on her face. “I’ve been banished from my own home.”
“Don’t look so tragic, Cal.” Her annoyance sent a slow smile curving across his mouth. “You earned your dismissal.”
She visibly stiffened. “I most certainly did not!”
“No? You were unusually harsh with our sister. That’s not typical of you.”
With exaggerated dignity, her spine snapped straighter still. “I don’t regret my behavior here today.”
He held silent for effect.
“All right, yes.” She gathered in a tight breath, let it out slowly. “I suppose I could have been more delicate in my delivery.”
“You suppose?”
Her lower lip wobbled. And then—God save him—her eyes filled with tears. Just what the afternoon needed, another bout of unchecked female emotion.
Too much for one day.
If he were a wise man, Garrett would head down the stairwell, exit the boardinghouse and just keep walking.
He remained firmly in place, watching Callie, waiting for her to pull herself together. Unlike Fanny, this sister wouldn’t welcome any outward show of sympathy from him.
After a moment of eye blinking and steady breathing, she morphed into the cagey fighter he knew her to be—and smoothly turned the conversation back on him.
“You and Molly, overly polite with one another, acting as if there’s no history between you. I want an explanation. A real one, this time.”
Holding on to his patience, barely, he rubbed a hand over the stubble of a late-day beard coming in. “Haven’t we been through this already?”
“Yes, and we’ll continue to revisit the topic until I get a reasonable answer out of you.”
Of that, he had no doubt. Once his ornery sister had an idea in her head, she never let go. “It’s just as Molly said earlier. We joined forces for Fanny’s sake.”
“How very noble of you both.”
A portion of his patience edged into annoyance. “Save the sarcasm, Callie, it’s not helping, nor is it productive. In fact—”
She talked right over him. “I can’t think of a time in the past six months since you’ve been home that I’ve seen you and Molly in the same room, much less conversing with one another beyond monosyllables.”
She was right, of course. Since taking the position at Bennett, Bennett and Brand, Garrett had made every effort to avoid Molly, and she him. With both of them working toward a common goal, they’d reaped remarkable success, managing to circumvent one another as efficiently as possible.
That had changed today. Even without Fanny’s situation to bring them together, Mrs. Singletary had tapped Garrett to work with her directly. Which meant he and Molly would cross paths far too often.
He exhaled sharply.
“Garrett, I asked you a question.”
Another ripple of annoyance shred what little patience he had left. “No, you made a statement.”
She rolled her eyes. “I see you’re going to be difficult. So let me speak frankly.”
“Never a good idea,” he muttered.
She ignored the barb. “Why—no, how—did you and Molly end up arriving here together? The truth, Garrett. I won’t accept anything less.”
Short of muzzling her, he might as well give his tenacious sister what she wanted. “It’s not complicated,” he explained. “When you and I couldn’t talk Fanny out of her room, I went in search of Molly.”
“Because?”
“I wanted answers and I thought she had them.”
“Why would you think Molly knew any more than we did?”
“I believed she’d been the one to influence Fanny’s decision.”
Callie gasped. “You didn’t actually accuse Molly of such a terrible thing?”
He shrugged. “Her history speaks for itself.”
“Garrett, Garrett, Garrett.” Callie shook her head in obvious disapproval. “You really don’t know her at all.”
Oh, he knew her. Or rather, he thought he knew her. He wasn’t sure anymore. And that left him even more agitated than before. If he’d been wrong about Molly in this situation, was he wrong about her in other ways as well? Was he prejudging her unnecessarily without gathering all the facts?
“Maybe I don’t know her as well as I thought,” he conceded.
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