-Molly's POV-
Christmas had been an unmitigated disaster. But thankfully, my mother didn’t notice the tension in the room. In fact, the only people in the room who seemed to know anything was going on were Scott, Paul, and me.
I had no idea what was going on between the two of them. But I had a sickening feeling it had to do with me and that ultra-sexy, ULTRA-HANDSY assistant of Scott’s that just happened to show up.
Every time I looked over, she was touching Scott’s arm or trying to rub herself against him. The sound of her all-too-forced high-pitched laughter set my teeth on edge so many times that I thought I would break them. It got even worse when I watched Noah lead Becca out of the room and down the hallway. She had been the one person I could talk to about what was going on, and she left like a puppy following their master.
