I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford #2)(27)

Mollie took a sip of water.

“Mollie.” Kim’s voice was appalled. “You don’t actually believe him?”

Yes, I do. “Can we change the subject?”

“Sure,” Kim said reluctantly. “But only because I’m confident you’ll come to your senses once you have time to think things over. I mean, there were twelve women, Mollie, and—”

“Kimmy.”

“Right. Okay. Subject change. So, um, I’m thinking of going on another date with Harry.”

“The bartender?” Mollie asked, trying to keep up with Kim’s ever-changing cast of flings.

“Yup. I like his raven tattoo.”

“Well, that’s a good reason to go on a date.”

“Right? Plus he’s got big hands, soooo…”

Mollie’s phone buzzed, and she dug it out of her lab coat pocket.

Both she and Kim glanced down at the caller ID. Mollie groaned at the same time Kim gave a weary sigh.

It was Madison.

“I should take this,” Mollie said reluctantly.

Kim shook her head as she stood. “Someday I’m going to get you out of her clutches.”

“They’re not clutches. She’s my—”

“Big sister. I know. I’ve got one too, and guess what? Jess isn’t a viper.”

Mollie ignored this. “Come over tonight, and we can pour wine and talk all about new guy and his creepy tattoo.”

“Can’t,” Kim said regretfully. “I’m seeing that yoga guy with the snake tattoo. But if you don’t have plans tonight, how about you ‘accidentally’ walk in on your new roomie in the shower? I need that picture for my…needs.”

“Gross. Don’t be that girl,” Mollie said, shooing her friend away as she swiped her thumb across the screen to take her sister’s call. “Hey, Mad.”

“What the hell, Mollie? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for, like, three days. Are you in?”

“Am I in? You’re making it sound like this is a bank heist.”

Madison huffed. “You know what I mean. Are you all moved in and settled?”

Mollie fiddled with the pocket of her lab coat. “Yeah.”

“What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“His place. I want to know everything.”

“Um, it’s…” Mollie leaned back on the bench and glanced at her watch. Her lunch hour was almost over. “It’s a penthouse on Park Avenue. So it’s nice.”

“It’s ‘nice’? Come on, how about some details?”

“I’m not going to spy on him, Mad.”

“Is he seeing anyone?”

Mollie’s temper spiked. She didn’t know if it was Kim’s constant reminders that Madison was no longer sister of the year or knowing that her sister had lied about Jackson’s affairs, but Mollie’s Madison tolerance was way down today.

“Do you realize you only ever call to talk about you?” Mollie snapped.

Madison was quiet for a long moment. At last she answered, “That’s not true.”

Mollie said nothing.

“I’m sorry,” her sister said finally, her voice small. “How are things with you? How’s work?”

“Really good, actually. My boss has been dropping hints about a promotion.”

“That’s great!”

Mollie smiled a little sadly at the forced enthusiasm in her sister’s voice. Madison was happy for her—Mollie knew that. It was just that her sister didn’t get her. Any more than Mollie got Madison and her decision to do things like Housewives and Botox at age thirty.

There was a moment of awkward silence, and Mollie waited for her sister to rummage up some token question about Mollie’s job. When she didn’t, Mollie let the silence stretch on and on until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jackson says that he never cheated on you.”

There was a moment of stunned quiet before Madison let out a choked laugh. “Well, of course he’s going to say that. Do you know any man who’s going to cop to an affair? Much less a dozen?”

“So he did cheat on you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re sure? You caught him in the act?”

“God, no, it’s just…There are signs, Mollie. You’ll understand someday.”

Mollie rolled her eyes at the implication that she had no idea what cheating was just because she hadn’t been married.

“There were all those women who came forward, Mollie,” Madison added. “You know that.”

Mollie closed her eyes. It was the exact same point Kim had made just minutes earlier, and it made sense. It wasn’t just that the bitter wife had accused him of stepping out. Women scattered all over the country had come forward and claimed to have slept with him. The details of the accounts had been painfully explicit.

“What is he telling you?” Madison asked.

“Just what I told you. That he didn’t cheat.”

“And you believe him?”

“Well, I—”

“Look, Molls, I know that you and Jackson have the whole buddy-buddy thing going on, but you’re too old for hero worship.”