Chapter Twenty

Molly

“See you in the morning, Hannah,” Molly called out as the door shut. She closed her eyes and sighed.

She was an idiot. Nicholas Kerstman was not someone she should have a crush on. He wasn't someone she should be fantasizing about kissing. Or sitting here on the couch with her. Or not wearing those fancy suits, or really not wearing anything at all

She was both disappointed and glad when Molly felt her phone vibrating on the couch cushion beside her, stopping her from imagining Nicholas wearing nothing but her sheets.

She picked up her phone, hoping it might be him before remembering that he didn't have her number either. It was her mom’s phone number.

“Hey, Mom! What’s up?” Molly answered right before it would go to voice mail. “Are you guys already at the airport?”

“There's been a slight change of plans,” her mom said, sounding annoyed on the other end of the line. “There’s a big snowstorm at one of our scheduled stops. We won’t be able to leave town until the plane is cleare