Molly’s POV-
I looked into Jean-Pierre’s dark eyes, and I felt every color in my face rush out. How had he found me? I hadn’t been hiding, but I definitely didn’t tell him where I lived. One of the main reasons I had met Jean-Pierre at the restaurant was so my family wouldn't stick their noses in my business just yet. But as I had laid down to sleep last night, I had been thankful that he couldn’t find me.
But here he was.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded in a hoarse voice.
“Well, I was here to see Paul Monroe. I will admit, seeing you here is far better,” Jean-Pierre confessed with a grin that looked like a child on Christmas morning.
But there was no way in hell I would be his Christmas present. I raised my chin and looked him square in the eyes. “Well, Paul is not awake yet. You’re going to have to come back later. As for me… I do not wish to see you again. AT ALL. Got it?”
“Molly?” My mother’s voice came from the dining room area. “Who is it?”
