Hidden Treasures
That’s Mine series
By AIDEEN
Copyright © 2022 by AIDEEN
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Molly

“I don’t know about this one, Molly. Massive, old, stone mansion hidden by overgrown hedges… It sort of creeps me out. Let’s go to the next place. I’ve seen shows like this. What if something follows you home? What if what you buy turns out to be haunted?”

“You can’t be serious.” I glanced around the estate sale, bringing my hands to my hips as I turned back to tease James, my over-eccentric twin brother. “What ghost in their right mind would follow me home? Me, boring Molly. They’re better off following you. At least they’d have entertainment with all your roommates. Who doesn’t want to spend the night watching beer pong and college sports? Ghosts, I have someone for you. His name is James and—”

His hand flew to cover my mouth. “Molly Jane, don’t you put that bad energy on me; they might hear you. I haven’t played beer pong in over two years since I met Clive. I’m boring too, ghosts. You’d hate hanging out with me. I can’t believe you said that,” he snapped, pulling back his hand while I laughed. “You know how I feel about that paranormal stuff.”

“Well, you brought it up.”

“Because this place has scary vibes. I’m trying to watch out for you.”

“And I love you for it, but you watch way too much TV. It’ll be fine. Let’s go see what they have.”

“Do we have to? Lunch is on me if you let us skip this one.”

“Come on.” I looped my arm in his, feeling the smallest amount of resistance as I led James forward. For a brother, he was everything a sister could want. He was funny, dependable, and always supportive of my dreams. So much so, his weekends were usually devoted to driving the thirty miles to help me since I’d left the city. As a real estate agent, I loved my job. I loved meeting new people and helping them find their homes, but my passion wasn’t there like it was for restoring treasures of the past. From what started out as a hobby, quickly became something I could actually make a living off of. Nothing elaborate, but I wasn’t looking to strike it rich. I just wanted peace after my rough past, not to mention comfort and contentment. It was the entire reason I had move to West Falls a few months back. I couldn’t surround myself with negative, unsupportive people anymore. 

Larger furniture set off to the side, and we walked around to the front facing the table with random dishes and knick-knacks resting on top. Tupperwares full of clothes were to the far left, and I found myself heading towards an old grandfather clock that stood behind them. The detail along the rounded edges had me admiring the work. The piece was gorgeous, but way out of my price range. Not to mention, by the size, I wasn’t sure James and I would be able to get it in the back of my truck. It was nice, but too nice. There wasn’t much I could even do.

“Molly.”

I looked over my shoulder, laughing as my twin held up a feather mask, batting his eyelashes as he threw his head back dramatically. I may have failed in the character department with how serious I was, but my brother hit the jackpot on the outgoing personality. On…pretty much everything. It was odd how different we were for being twins. Where I was barely five feet, he was well over six feet. I had generous curves; he was lean with abs of steel. He got the gorgeous chestnut locks and me…a dingy blonde. Even when it came to relationships, James had won the lottery. Clive was corporate perfection, and the complete opposite of my brother, but they made it work flawlessly. They were always happy. Forever adoring each other. The thought made me pout and sigh. I hadn’t had anything close to what those two shared either. Trenton, my ex, cared more about appearances than feelings. 

“I knew we should have gotten ready together. Where’s the black dress? I told you not to wear the yellow one. It makes you look like you have jaundice. How do I look, Molly? Here comes Mr Jeffers, my boss. Stand straight. Smile. Be sure to shake his hand. You brought sour cream and onion? Tacky. I told you to pick up the seven-layer dip. You never do anything right. And wear taller shoes. You look like a child next to me in those flats.”

That had been our last conversation. I left his ass right there at his business party and walked the twelve blocks home. In my comfortable flats. I packed my stuff and went right to James. When the place in West Falls went on the market, I took the opportunity and bought it. The small cottage style house was perfect. It was whimsical and unique reminding me of a fairytale. James teased me and hadn’t thought it so romantic. He said it was haunted too. Hansel and Gretel. Witches. That’s what it reminded him of and maybe in a way I could see that, but it was fine. I just had to face facts. I wasn’t normal to regular people, and I was truly okay with that.

“Wow, Molly, come look.”

I tore my eyes from the clock, again turning towards my brother. He held a small box full of trading cards. Slowly, he turned around taking a seat on an old chest as he began to shuffle through them. He may have been in awe of what he held, but my eyes went right to what he was sitting on. 

“Look at that. Any good ones?” I kneeled, taking in the trunk. It had to have been close to three feet long and two feet tall. Embossed crocodile tin was covering the top, and I was pretty sure it was an old steamer trunk. Possibly Victorian. It had been ages since I ran across one of these. The wood and leather were in beautiful condition, but the brass wasn’t in the best shape. It wouldn’t take much to restore it. Possibly a few weeks between showing houses, but I was only working part-time now. “James, stand up real quick.”

He complied, too enamored by the old sports trading cards he held. He was still going through them, oblivious to what I was doing.

“Swing latch. No lock.” I ran my finger over one, reaching down to pop it open. When I did the other, the top slid to the side the slightest amount. I glanced to the back of the chest, noticing the hinge that held the top in place was completely rusted away. “I can fix this. I wonder the condition of the inside.” My head came up as I looked for the person in charge. The last thing I wanted was to be accused of breaking it with the delicate condition it was in. A few random people stood around, but no one appearing as if they were the one hosting the sale.

Turning, I went in a complete circle as I took in everything from the landscaped yard to the stone residence. 

“Hi, I’m Lance. May I help you with something?”

James and I both jumped. The box of cards shifted in his hands, and he went scrambling to keep it from falling to the ground. The man was younger. Maybe early thirties. His hair was slightly darker than my own blonde, holding more brown than the light color. He smiled but looked as if there were a million other things he’d rather be doing than asking me if I needed anything. 

“Nice to meet you, Lance. I’m Molly. I’m interested in this trunk. I went to open it, but I noticed the hinge is broken in the back.”

“It’s old. I found it in the attic when I was cleaning out my grandmother’s things.” He reached forward lifting the lid. His hand pushed a jumble of stained, white silk and lace out of the way. “There’s not much inside. Nothing of importance anyway. Some old clothes and dishes. I was going to throw the entire thing out, but I thought someone might want to go through it. I really don’t have the time. We’re putting the house for sale in a few days, so I need everything gone. Were you interested in buying it?”

I lowered, poking around inside as he still held the top open. From what I could see, the sapphire blue silk lining the insides was torn in places, and what he spoke was true. There was clothes and some antique silverware, but I couldn’t really get a good look at any of them as he impatiently tapped his foot.

“I think I am interested. I love to restore old pieces like this. I don’t see a price. How much are you asking?”

His eyes glanced down. “It’s in pretty rough shape. Twenty bucks?”

My stare shot to my brother, only to return to him. “Twenty? Are you sure?” I wasn’t going to argue, but it seemed kind of low. I didn’t want to be thought of taking advantage if the man realized the treasure he had before him. Or maybe he truly didn’t care. Given the expensive clothes and shoes he wore, I doubted he needed the money. Hell, if it wasn’t going to me, he’d probably just throw it out for free anyway.

“I just want it gone. Fifteen?”

“No, no. Twenty is fine.” My brother nudged me, and I rolled my eyes. “How about thirty total for the old cards and the chest?”

“Sold.” 

Aaron

We all knew it was coming, but that didn’t make my grandmother’s passing any easier. When I left Baltimore three months ago, I knew she didn’t have much time. I had said my goodbyes in those two weeks I’d taken off from work. It wasn’t easy, but I left feeling a peace with the situation. She’d fought the cancer for months. Close to a year. Judith deserved to be free of pain, and it had gotten bad there for a while. Now, she was truly gone and although I thought I was at peace with it, I couldn’t shake the sorrow that had its hooks in me.

 My grandmother had practically raised me. My mother was known as the black sheep of our prestige family. She did everything she could to break the rules. Catherine had me at a very early age and couldn’t get used to the idea of settling down. She went from one relationship to the next. None were good unions, and they didn’t last long, but I always had love and stability with my grandparents. My mother came around at times, but she mainly kept her distance. Until eventually she didn’t come back at all. Had it not been for the decency of her boyfriend’s daughter, I might not have even known about her passing for some time after that. It was sad, but I didn’t feel pain like I felt right now over Judith. 

“And so he returns. Cousin, I didn’t expect you here.” 

I smiled at Lance as I stepped from the car and shut the driver’s door behind me. It felt good being back at my grandmother’s estate. Back in my hometown outside the city. I had been out of the country for the last two years, off and on with my job in pharmaceuticals, so it was nice knowing that now that I was coming home, I’d finally be staying. 

“I just got into town. Look at this place. I barely recognized it. You did great.” I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The hedges were trimmed down short. A luscious line of flowers surrounded by dark mulch aligned the walkway leading to the large oak front doors. The Ivy that was growing along my grandmother’s stone mansion was gone. The house I had grown up in was completely transformed.

“Thanks, it was time. I’ve been wanting to do this for years, but Grandmother wouldn’t let me. The house goes on the market tomorrow. I bet you anything we have an offer before the day is out.”

Grief engulfed me. A part of me didn’t want to let go, but this was for the best. The place was too big for me, and it was time for somebody else to enjoy living here.”

“I have no doubts. Whoever buys this place is going to be lucky. They’ll love it.”

“Indeed. Did you come to look around? I had new tile put in the bathrooms downstairs. All new appliances in the kitchen. The entire interior has been painted.”

“I’d love to see, but that’s not why I’m here. Grandma Judith mentioned a chest that she wanted me to take. A trousseau. It belonged to my mother, and I believe it even had some of Grandma Judith’s things inside. Some gold silverware that was given to her by our great grandmother. Some pictures. Letters. Stuff like that.”

“A chest?”

“That’s right. I believe she kept it in the attic. It won’t take long for me to go up and get it.”

“Right. About that.”

Something swept over Lance’s face. Anxiety? Panic? I couldn’t tell if this head swung toward the front house.

“You didn’t already pack it away, did you? If it’s in a storage room, I can go get it from there. It’s not a problem.”

“Storage? I guess I could have got one of those. Lord knows I have no room at my place.”

“So, you didn’t put it in a storage? Where is it?”

My head was cocked to the side as I watched Lance look between me and the house repeatedly. 

“Was there more than one chest? No, there couldn’t have been. I only saw one.”

“Out with it. If you saw it, what did you do with it?”

“I sold it.”

“You did what?”

“We had an estate sale last week. We sold practically everything. It was in Grandma Judith’s will. She said whatever we didn’t want to sell and split the money. It was to go between me, Uncle Casey, Justin and you.”

“You sold my mother’s trousseau?”

I didn’t give a shit about the money. We had enough of it in our family. What I wanted was the physical memories locked away in that chest. My grandmother had told me the stories about what I’d find there. Stories concerning the pictures and items she’d kept safe inside. I had meant to get it when I was down last time, but all my time was spent with her or working from her hospital room. Even on vacation, I couldn’t escape my job. I just figured I’d retrieve it when I had time. Now it was gone.

“Lance, you don’t understand. I need that chest. Who did you sell it to? Did they leave any contact information?”

“It was an estate cell, Aaron. We didn’t make them sign in at the door.”

My palm came to flatten on my forehead. My lids closed, and I took a deep breath. “I understand that, but this is important.” My hand dropped. “Try to think back. Was it a man or a woman? What did they look like? Did they say their name?” 

“Wait? The chest. The cute blonde! God, don’t tell Karen I said that.”

“Blonde. So, it was a woman?”

“It was. She was with a man. Her brother, I think. They looked pretty similar. Mandy? Margaret? No, that’s not right. It was an old name. Molly! Her name was Molly.”

“Molly. Excellent. What else can you remember?”

“She said she was going to restore it. It wasn’t in very good shape.”

“Did she happen to say whether or not she lived in town?

Lance rolled his eyes. “Like I said, Aaron, it was an estate sale. I’m married, and I love my wife. I didn’t go prying into her private life.”

“Dammit. Okay. At least we have a start. Molly. You wouldn’t happen to know what she drove, do you?”

“Actually, I do. I helped the brother…. Lance. That’s it! Molly and Lance. I helped him carry the trunk to her truck. It was pretty heavy.”

A smile stretched across my face. “Perfect. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I’ll give the information to Harold and see what he can do. He may be the family lawyer, but he’s a great investigator. He’s bound to find something.”

****

Two days. That’s all it took for Harold to find what I needed, and for him to give me the news I’d been waiting for. As for whether the news was good or bad… That was to be determined.

“Wait… Repeat that.”

“Aaron, I wish there was better news, but I’m not so sure by the looks of it. Molly Walsh has a website. She restores antiques, along with other random furniture and stuff. Really, it’s a mix of all kinds of things. Anyway, she has pictures posted of the trunk I believe belonged to your grandmother. I’ve sent the link from the website to your email. It appears the trunk has already been sold, but it still resides in her care. The way it appears to work is: she puts the piece she’s working on up for auction. Depending on the number of bidders, the auction closes in 72 hours from when it starts. Someone already won. Now she starts the process of restoring it. She’ll be shipping it to them in eight to ten weeks.”

“Sold?” My voice damn near cracked. “Maybe if you contact her she’ll change her mind. There is a clause at the bottom of her site that says ‘seller may cancel orders at any time or any reason deemed necessary’. It doesn’t mean she will, but it’s worth a shot.”

“Thanks Harold. I’ll see what I can do. I owe you one.”

I hung up the phone, pulling at the collar of my shirt. Just the thought that my mother’s trunk was going to some complete stranger left me sick to my stomach. What did this Molly person do with the contents inside? Did she throw them out? Did she even still have them? I pulled up my email on my laptop, clicking the link. Just as I feared, the trunk was empty in the pictures.

I hit a few of the buttons, checking out the pages from the site. When I noticed the contact me at the very bottom, I hit it. There was not only an email listed, but also a phone number. I brought up my cell, dialing the digits with shaky hands. I wasn’t sure if I was more nervous or angry. I didn’t have very many things from my mother. There were a few pictures I kept from my youth. A letter that she wrote me once when I was five. Other than that, not very much existed of her outside of memories. At least that’s what I had thought. Whatever was in the trunk was all there was remaining of a mother I wished I’d gotten to know better. Because of my busy schedule, I might have lost it all. It was nobody’s fault but my own, and that’s what got to me the most. 

Ringing filled my ear. It rang three times before a soft voice came over the other end. For some reason, it made my heart pound. 

“This is Molly.”

Butterflies filled my stomach. For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” I cleared my throat. “My name is Aaron Saunders. I’m calling about a chest you have on your website.”

“Oh, yes. The Victorian steamer. I’m sorry, but that’s already been sold.”

There it was once again, anger. It bubbled up in my core turning my skin hot. Guilt magnified, spreading through me like wildfire. Of everything I’d already lost in my life, I couldn’t allow this to be part of that.

“I noticed. Thing is, you can’t sell it. It’s mine.”

Molly

Attitude. It was there, laced in the words from the man whose voice came over the other end of my phone. A very nice voice if I wanted to be honest. It was deep, slightly raspy. It was also very angry, and I had no idea why. His. Did he say the trunk was his? A sigh left me. Surely not this again. It wasn’t common, but on rare occasion the seller would find out how much something sold for and wanted it returned so they could make their money back. It had only happened once, but I was hoping this wasn’t the beginning of a trend.

“Who am I speaking with?”

“My name is Aaron Saunders.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you, Mr. Saunders. You’re not the person I bought the trunk from.”

“No, I’m not. Pardon me. I’m sorry if I sound so upset. I am. Please, let me explain. You bought the trunk from my cousin Lance. He had no right to sell it to begin with. He was not given permission, although he wouldn’t have known that because my grandmother told me about the trunk, not him, because it was mine. She left it for me.”

“Mr. Saunders.” I glanced toward the pile of contents I’d taken out of the trunk. Truth was, in the last week I hadn’t been able to explore all of it like I had wanted. I’ve gotten two new clients this week with houses in the city, and all my free time was going back and forth for showings. “I would like to believe what you’re telling me is the truth, but you have to understand that this has happened to me before. I bought that trunk fair and square.”

“But it wasn’t his to sell. If you talked to him, he would tell you that.”

“He could tell me anything right now, and it wouldn’t change the fact that he sold it to me. I’m sorry, but I already have a buyer for the trunk. I can’t give it back to you. I’ve already begun the restoration process. Have a good day, Mr. Saunders.”

I hung up the phone letting out a deep breath. I hated being blunt or even slightly rude, but what I spoke was the truth.

Ring.

Ring.

My eyebrows drew in as I glanced back at the screen of my phone. It was the same number who called before. A local number. His number.

I didn’t answer it, instead turning and walking back to the kitchen to grab my cup of tea. Let him leave a message. There was nothing left for me to say. Thing was, he had plenty to say as I waited for the notification and listened back to the voicemail.

“Molly, this is Aaron. I came off rude. I’m sorry, I need that chest. You don’t understand how important it is. Please call me back.” A pause. “I know you’re probably not going to call me back, but I’m urging you. I’ll pay. Tell me how much you want.”

My eyes rolled as I hung up. Pay. Somebody already did pay, and the chest was now theirs. I couldn’t just void their sell because this stranger suddenly decided he wanted the chest after all. Why didn’t he get it before the estate sale? He would have had plenty of time. I bought it over a week ago.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring. 

Ring.

I looked down at my phone. “For crying out loud.” The new antique seller in me said not to answer it and let it go. For some reason the man’s voice sounded in my head. There was something about it. Real concern? Fear? I found myself pushing the button and bringing the phone up to my ear.

“Mr. Saunders.”

“Please, don’t hang up. The trunk belonged to my mother. The contents inside are all I have left of her.”

I found myself stiffening and glancing toward the pile that rested on my sofa. What felt like fingers gripped around my heart squeezing as I began walking in the direction. This was the problem with me. I was too empathetic. It had gotten me in trouble more than once. I always said, was I ever going to learn? Now was my time. At least I was going to try to stand my ground and not be such a bleeding heart.

“It was your mother’s?”

“Yes. Please, I need it back.”

My fingers trailed over the lace veil making a path to the gold silverware and stack of pictures sitting further down. I couldn’t take my eyes off the white button-up polyester shirt with what had to have been over fifty names sewn on it in almost every color of thread. Who were these people? Relatives? Loved ones? And if he was telling the truth, what then? Didn’t he at least deserve the contents? Or was I being too soft? What if he was conning me? 

“Molly?”

“I’m sorry. If the trunk is yours, tell me some of the stuff that was inside.”

“Do you still have it? Please tell me you didn’t throw it out.”

“I didn’t. I have it all right here.”

“Thank God.”

“Do you know what it is?”

He hesitated. “I haven’t seen it yet. I can tell you what my grandmother told me, but I’m not sure of everything that’s in there. All I can do is recount what she said.”

I got quiet again. “I can’t make any promises, but I’m willing to listen.”

“Thank you.” Creaking from a floor erupted in the background as if the man were pacing. “My grandmother, Judith, told me the trunk was important. That it was my mother’s. But not just my mother’s, it originally belonged to her. My grandmother raised me. The trunk is a trousseau. The contents are items that were supposed to be taken into marriage but didn’t given the path my mother took. It became more of a keepsake. What it held were pictures of my mom growing up. Some letters between her and my grandmother, although I don’t know what they say. Also letters between my grandparents during wartime. Silverware that belonged to my great grandmother. I believe she also mentioned clothes. What sort of clothes, I haven’t a clue. I know you didn’t expect anyone calling about the trunk, and if this were anything else, maybe I could let it go. I can’t with this. It’s too important to me.”

“If it were so important, why now? Why not a week ago when I bought it? Or before then?”

More creaking and what sounded like a defeated exhale. “I’ve been working out of the country for the past two years. I only just got back two days ago. I went to get the trunk then, but Lance told me he sold it to you. It took me two days to figure out who you were, otherwise, I would have called you immediately.”

Damn it. Was he telling the truth? It sounded like he was. I had no reason not to believe him.

I picked up the buttoned-up shirt, looking at the names. My eyes narrowed as I stopped on one sewn into the left collar. It was different than the others. There were parentheses just to the outside, caging in the word (me).

“What’s your mother’s name?”

“Catherine. Catherine Saunders.”

She was the one who made the shirt. She was the ‘me’. Shit. Perhaps the trunk did belong to him. That still didn’t erase the fact that I had already sold it. I could just give him the contents and be done with it. Isn’t that the main thing he wanted anyway? Maybe. Maybe not. Regardless, it didn’t sit well with me. I got into this because of the treasures. Because of the importance of history, family, and how much I love the ties between them. To give him the contents without the chest was pointless. The entire point of the content was to be inside the chest. A special wedding chest. A trousseau.

“Mr. Sanders, I’m going to be honest. I’m a little confused on what to do, but I think we should meet. I’d like to talk more about this and explain my dilemma. I may not be able to give you the trunk back. You have to know that.”

“I see.” He stopped. “I would like to meet you. Is there any way I can come see it?”

“The chest?”

“And what was in it. I would appreciate it if you would let me come see what my grandmother felt was so important for me to have. If you won’t give it back, I at least want to see what it is.”

Bleeding heart. Bleeding heart! Why did I feel so guilty? Why? Because I knew it was the right thing to do, even if it went against what I should have done for my business.

Aaron

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when Molly gave me her address. The overall neighborhood was familiar to me, but I hadn’t been in the area since I was in high school. Regardless, the house she lived in wasn’t one I recalled seeing before. Where I expected a ranch-style family home, I soon realized how far off I was. 

The small white cottage was surrounded by a four-foot-high white picket fence. An array of multiple types of flowerbeds were spread completely over the yard. There were paths leading all around, but the number of clusters left my eyes widening. Was she a gardener too? It was cute, but not easily maintainable for someone with a busy schedule. Given she restored antiques and the yard was meticulous, perhaps she had all the time in the world. 

My thoughts ended just as fast as they had begun. From behind tall white flowers suddenly stood a blonde woman wearing a straw hat. She was on the younger side. Maybe her early 30s. Blonde hair came just passed her shoulders. It was mostly straight but had a slight, wild curl to it that made it appear untamed. Round, light-colored eyes blinked curiously at me, but I barely could notice as I took in the rest of what I could see. Her nose was small, but her lips were on the fuller side. She was wearing a light pink sundress which stood out against her deeply tanned skin. There was something about her that pulled at me. A familiarity that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I found myself climbing out of my car before I realized what I was doing.

The woman took a few steps stopping just past the cluster of flowers. I went to walk towards her when I suddenly realized I left my car on. I spun, turning it off, and then headed towards the gate.

“You must be Mr. Saunders.”

Beautiful. Yes, she was definitely beautiful. I reached out, shaking her hand.

“Please, call me Aaron. You must be Molly.”

A slight blush crept over her cheeks making me pause from taking another step towards the entrance. Fuck, she was something else. Not just beautiful. Each second that went by, she was becoming more gorgeous.

“Please come in. I was just about to make me some tea. Do you drink tea?”

My mouth opened, closing through the flip in my stomach. “I do. I can thank my grandmother for that. She was a big tea drinker.”

“Excellent.” A bright smile came to Molly’s face as she opened the gate waving me in. “I got a new kind in just today. It’s camomile, honey and vanilla. Would you like some?”

“That sounds really good, thank you. I’d love that.” I stepped in, following as she led me down the cement path that went to the door. The moment we entered, she took off her hat, hanging it on a hook, and a rich lavender scent engulfed me. It was noticeable but not overpowering. Something about it was nostalgic. Almost…familiar. I kept getting that with Molly. And it had nothing to do with knowing her or having been here before. I’d never met this woman in my life, she just had a presence I found welcoming. From the way she looked, to the tea, and down to the smell of her home, it was nice. As if I were given questions and she was the answer to every single one. What does your dream woman look like? Boom. A check for Molly. Drink? Check. I liked tea. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was sentimental, and I enjoyed it on occasion. Smell? I could have been walking into my old building in London.

“Please have a seat.”

Molly gestured to a little Bistro table, sitting next to a bay window. All I could do was laugh under my breath as I approached and sat down. Was this familiar too? Damn right it was. I had one almost identical to it on the balcony of my old apartment. 

“I take it I’m not what you were expecting. You seem amused.”

I laughed louder, and I couldn’t help it as I shook my head and watched her pour water into the kettle. 

“You’re not what I expected at all. Not that I really knew what to expect. It’s just all this seems a little familiar.”

“Does it? How so?”

“I used to have a table just like this.” I tapped against the glass. It was at the apartment I just moved from in London. And the scent. My building smelled of lavender.”

“London. That’s amazing. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard great things.”

“I liked it, but I was ready to come home.”

“You grew up in this town?”

My smile grew as she put the tea on and came to sit across from me.

“In the same house you went to for the estate sale. My grandmother raised me there. I have a lot of memories from that house. I’m sad to see they’re selling.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. It’s a beautiful house.”

“Were you able to go inside?”

Her head shook. “Not yet. I’m a real estate agent part time. I had a call about the listing, but it was quite a bit out of their price range.”

“Real estate agent as well as antique dealer. Nice. Do you like it?”

“I do.”

“What made you start restoring antiques?”

“I guess you can say it became more of a passion. It started with an old jewelry box I got from my Yaya. It was in pretty rough shape, and I hated seeing it like that. One day I just decided I was going to see what I could do to try to fix it. The end result just…blew me away. I saw what I was capable of, and I haven’t stopped since.”

I glanced around, taking in her home. I wasn’t sure of the styles these days, but it reminded me something between boho and farmhouse, adorned with dark wooden furniture throughout. Most was old but in impeccable condition. Even the sofa was the same color wood, and it had crème cushions with chevron-patterned pale pillows. She had a lot of plants inside. Some were in the same light colored ceramic pots, and some rested in windows. Others were hanging from the ceiling. It had a very earthy, clean feel. It was different yet entirely welcoming in some odd way as well. As if there were a lot, but it didn’t feel overwhelming. More…comforting.

“What about you, Aaron? What do you do for a living?”

“I’m about to sound extremely boring. I work in the pharmaceutical industry. Sales. It’s not glamorous at all. It does come with the perk of moving around if I want to.”

“So, London was your choice?”

My smile fell just a smallest amount. “It was. There was an opening, and I had just got out of a really bad relationship, so I took it.”

Molly nodded, smiling sympathetically, but looked down as if she could relate in some way. I was immediately intrigued as I continued to ask her questions.

“What about West Falls? What brings you here? Have you lived in town long? I’m guessing I’m not too much older than you, and I don’t remember us going to high school together.”

“I’ve lived here for a little while. I used to live in this city, but I had to get away. I saw this house go on the market, and I fell in love.”

“Get away?”

Perhaps asking was a bit personal, but I was really hoping she would open up. For some reason I couldn’t get enough of wanting to learn about her. It conflicted with the fears that kept me on guard.

“Let’s just say it was a combination of things that made me leave. The people, the pace…” her eyes cut over to mine, “the ex. It was better that I left.”

So there was a chance she was single. I tucked the little note away in my mind as the kettle started whistling. When Molly called me over with a nod of her head, I stood and made my tea the way I wanted, right next to her.

“Why don’t we drink it in the living room? There’s something I want you to see.”

I wasn’t about to argue. She’d been nothing but hospitable and kind since I arrived. I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting her to be. I felt very defensive and on guard at the thought of my mother’s things being in a stranger’s possession. Even more upset that I may not end up getting them back like she mentioned.

“I talked to Lance this morning. After our talk yesterday I wanted to make sure he did indeed have a cousin named Aaron Saunders.” She turned, sitting next to a pile of things that had to be from the trousseau. She put down her teacup on the coffee table, leaning forward to place her forearms on her thighs as I sat on the love seat. “He assured me you were who you said. He even showed me pictures of the two of you and explained the situation.”

Nodding, my stare scanned over a stack of tied envelopes. Out of all the folded fabric, the shoes, the old-fashioned perfume, it was the words that called to me. The insight into my loved ones I was longing for the most. Knowing they’d never be back was like a knife in the heart. I really wasn’t taking loss as well as I thought I would. After all, I spent most of my time alone. Alone. Fuck, it was really starting to make me reassess my life and question everything. 

“I’m more than willing to compensate you however I can.” I frowned, not able to tear my gaze from the weathered envelopes. Molly must have picked up my sudden dilemma. Her small fingers came into view as she picked up the stack, handing them over to me. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I read a few before you contacted me. They’re beautiful.”

The address was my grandmother’s but the name on the return address was my mother’s. 

I straightened, not sure I was ready to unleash the emotions that would surely come. I didn’t know my mother. Not really.

“Thank you. I…can’t yet. I’m.” I tried to shake the feelings away. 

“There’s no rush. They’re yours. All of this is.”

“You’re giving me the trunk?” Her mouth opened, only to shut. “You’re not.”

Molly shifted in her seat. “I’m trying to look into a few things, Mr. Sau—”

“Aaron.”

“Aaron.” Her lips tightened as she reached for the tea. “The situation is rather delicate.  I didn’t sell the contents, only the trunk, but…I reached out to the buyer. I’m waiting for a reply.”

“But you’re trying to help me? You want to give it back?”

She blew at the steam bringing my attention to her lips. “What I want is a little irrelevant at this point. That trunk is worth a lot of money. If this were a small transaction, I wouldn’t be so worried about canceling the order but this one involved a contract. One I’m not so sure I can back out of.”

“A contract?” My teeth bit down into each other, and I flexed my jaw. “Your contract or theirs?”

“Mine. It’s a safeguard for me from them backing out. I never thought it was me who’d be trying to get out of it.”

“But your site says—”

Her hand came up, cutting me off. “I know what it says, Aaron. The contract is different though. We’re talking a lot of money.”

“How much money? I said I was willing to pay, and I will. Whatever the cost. You have my word.”

Full lips parted and she put down the tea, walking to stare out of the window. “As appealing as that is, I’m sorry. If the buyer and I decide to void the contract, I can’t take your money. Not like that.”

“But you’re restoring it, aren’t you?”

Confliction collected on her features as she looked over her shoulder at me. 

“You want me to finish it for you?”

“Of course.”

“But Mr. Saunders… You said you wanted to match the offer. I don’t thank you understand the amount we’re talking here.’

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. How much could it be?

“Try me. What’s the amount?”

She turned, completely facing me. “Fifteen-thousand-five-hundred dollars.” 

Molly

There it was. Shock. Surprise. Aaron’s eyes widened, only for him to sit straighter as he thrummed his finger over the side of his teacup. Seconds went by before he placed it next to mine and stood.

“I should have known if it belonged to my grandmother, it was going to be worth a lot of money. She was never cheap about anything. Fifteen-thousand-five-hundred.”

Leaving the window, I headed closer. The way his eyes longingly went to his family’s possessions, it had me turning to a complete softy. He appeared to care like I did when it came to family attachments. It was important to him. Important enough to try to figure out a way to do what he could to get me not to sell. Little did he know, even though it may cause friction between me and the buyer, the choice on what happened to the trunk was ultimately mine. I just really wanted to make sure I was making the right decision. I wanted to see if he was genuine with wanting the ultimate treasure before I decided to hand them over as a whole. The value was pointless if he wasn’t going to appreciate them like someone else would. The last thing I wanted was this beauty and its contents being thrown into another attic to rust away after I put in all my hard work. This piece needed to be loved for what it was. Cherished. And it seemed he’d do that. So far…

“If I can get out of this contract, I don’t expect you to pay the full amount. If you want it restored, I’ll only charge you the cost of materials. Nothing more. But I do ask something of you.”

“Wait.” He gave a hard shake. “You’d really do that? Just the cost of materials? What about your hard work? The time it would take you to do it? I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about.”

Aaron’s eyes narrowed and he continued before I could explain. “I can’t just cover the materials without letting you make a profit. It’s not even the money that left me going quiet, Molly. I have the money. It’s hearing a price attached to the sentimental value of my mother and grandmother that left me speechless. I would have paid a lot more. Ten times the amount if I had to. And I’d do the same if that’s how much you wanted to make it in the best shape possible. I’ve seen your work on the site. If anyone can make it look brand-new, it’s you. Give me a price. Tell me what I need to do to get you out of this contract. I have a lawyer who might be able to help.”

It was my turn to be speechless. Money meant nothing to him concerning this chest, and that meant everything to me. It was one of the reasons I’d take the hit and wave my profit. Some things were more important than money. Things like history. Memories. Attachments. Those were a big part of why I did this, but the lawyer? That was the last thing I wanted. The decision was mine. I didn’t need a lawyer or even the buyer to get me out of this deal, but Aaron didn’t need to know that. Not yet. I had something else in mind. Something I felt was important with helping me hand over the trunk in good conscious. And possibly have a few perks. 

“I don’t need the lawyer. I believe I can convince the buyer, myself. All I ask is for your time. If I’m going to restore the trunk, I’d love for you to come over every now and then to watch me repair it. To be a part of the process. You could help, or maybe you’d like to pick the colors of material? Think of it as giving it your own personal touch to make it even more precious. Sorry, maybe that doesn’t matter to you. You’re probably too busy anyway.”

I stopped, waiting to assess how he’d take my proposition. After all, if it meant so much to him, wouldn’t he want to contribute to the process? Maybe I was expecting the same level of commitment as I’d have if this were my family’s and that was unfair. People had lives. He very well may not have the time, but I was praying with his strong views there’d be something else to connect us. Not just passion over the restoration of the trunk or the contents, but possibly…together? Did he at all feel a connection between us, or was that just me? 

“I’d love nothing more. My day is free. Hell, I don’t begin my new position back at work for another week. I’m ready to start when you are.”

Happiness. It fluttered through with something else entirely. Hope? This man was beyond attractive. He was dreamy with his dark hair and strong features. He fit the classic tall, dark, and handsome description perfectly. Where I wore pink, his button-up and slacks were both black. They were fitted showing off his powerfully built body. The top button was undone, and my stare wouldn’t stop going there. He was gorgeous for a man, but I felt there was so much more than his looks and obvious intellect. His eyes appeared slightly exotic despite their light color against his tanned skin, and there was an aura of mystery and power that seemed to emanate from him that I couldn’t explain. It drew me in like a moth to light, and I wanted to know more. What could go wrong with telling a baby lie about a contract I might not be able to get out of? The decision was mine alone, and I happened to think omission to get to know Aaron Saunders was well worth the risk.

****

“That was fun. Are you usually so easy to shop with? I expected hours of looking at materials. I think we were in that store forty-five minutes tops, and that’s because I took forever to choose the color of the stain I wanted for the trunk. I’ll admit, I’m impressed.”

I laughed as I looked across the booth to Aaron. He talked me into a fancy little steakhouse on the edge of town for dinner. I didn’t mind in the least. He was such great company, and I had been meaning to come to this place for a while now. As we ate, we couldn’t stop staring at each other. Or talking. It’s like we were best friends, and we were getting caught up with how the rest of our lives had gone since we last saw each other. It was the oddest thing, but amazing too.

“I’ve gone into that store so many times. I know it like the back of my hand. It’s my favorite.” I tried to hold in the blush as his gaze bore into mine. The attraction was fire, and I felt it all over as he took in my face. Was I imagining this? “I love the stain you picked out. I think it’s going to look beautiful on the trunk. You made the right decision.”

“I think so too. I’m not usually very creative, but the color felt right. I think it’s going to look great. Mainly because of you. You’re going to do an excellent job.”

“We’re,” I corrected. “You wanted to help me, and I’m going to show you how it’s done.”

“I can’t tell you how much I look forward to it. I’m a little surprised by your proposition, but I can’t deny how happy it made me feel to hear it. This means a lot to me. I really hope the buyer lets you out of the contract because…I have to have that trunk, Molly.”

I glanced down, bringing a piece of steak to my mouth. Just as I brought my eyes up, I caught Aaron’s stare locked on my lips. My hand froze bringing his eyes back to mine. There was no way I was imagining this unspoken lust between us. It was just beneath the surface, building with every minute we were together.

The fork slid from between my lips, and I chewed as I tried not to let the pull or his words get to me. I had to stay composed and be professional. At least until I saw where this went. I was sure I could get out of the contract. After all, I’d made it to protect me, but that didn’t mean the seller wouldn’t give me a hell of a hard time.

“What sort of things do you like to do when you’re not working on antiques or out selling real estate?”

I swallowed, using the napkin to pat against my mouth. “Well, there’s Memorial Park not far from here. I like to stroll down the walking path during the evenings. Occasionally, I’ll see a movie at the theater. I do a lot of gardening.”

“Your yard looks amazing. Did you put all those flowers in yourself, or was it already like that when you bought the house?”

“Me. I guess maybe I got a little carried away.”

“Not at all. It’s fitting for you.”

“Thank you. I blame the fact that I’ve always lived in an apartment. My brother, James, gives me such a hard time. He calls my place ‘allergy central’. The one-stop-shop for a bad time.”

Aaron laughed. “Bad time? I very much doubt that.”

His eyes lifted from my lips again, and we both shifted in our seats. Maybe he hadn’t meant to say that out loud? But…he had, and his interest combined with his fascination of watching my mouth was enough to have me wanting to call for the check. To kiss him…wow, it had been too long. I needed to slow down with my thoughts. From the moment I saw this man, it’s almost as if I’d latched to him. It was odd, and so unlike me, but I did this. He was gorgeous, and I found a way to spend time with him, and he was more than willing to comply. Now, I needed to take one day at a time and watch where this would go. Maybe nowhere. Maybe we’d just be friends. Maybe…more.

It was hard to say. I didn’t dismiss my past. I’d spent a long time trying to heal, and I was hoping this was the first step into moving forward. I liked Aaron. Maybe he’d like me too. 

“When did you want to start on the trunk? Did you have a timeline in mind? Or do you keep certain hours?”

“Well, my brother and his boyfriend are coming over for dinner, otherwise I’d work on it when I got home. We can start on it first thing in the morning if you want.”

“That sounds perfect.” 

Aaron took a bite, unable to hold the smile from his face. Was I smiling too? While eating! God, I was. Whatever was happening here had a life of its own, and Aaron and I were powerless against it. We met eyes again, and I knew the next few days were going to hold more surprises than my guarded self was ready for. 

Aaron

Bags. They were everywhere as I took in the materials we’d bought from the store trip we’d made yesterday evening. They were now strewn across the basement floor of Molly’s home, whereas I’d placed them on her loveseat the day before. The space was cute and clean. She had it set up more as a workshop than an actual basement. The walls were white, and the ceiling and rafters were painted black, giving the impression that the space was higher than it was. Off in the distance was a sofa, and further back, an extra bedroom. She’d done amazing fixing up the space. Especially as she’d given me a tour and told me how it was when she’d moved in. I couldn’t get over how handy or how talented the woman was. 

When it came to book smarts, I was blessed. I could remember calculations, measurements, and protocols. Hell, I could remember serial numbers if I had to. What I didn’t know anything about was paint, wood, or repairs. Anything I’d ever bought was brand new. If it was broken, I called someone in to fix it. It’s just the way I was raised. I had been taught to learn, not to create. Seeing everything that Molly was doing really interested me. I wanted to soak it all in like a sponge. To understand skills that went beyond me. Or maybe I just wanted to know the woman who took on this project. She was so beautiful on the inside and out. Not to mention, especially mesmerizing to watch when passion for her art took over. A seriousness was there, and intensity built in her eyes as she studied and dissected everything she did. It fascinated me. Even looking at different wood stains, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. That’s what had taken me so long. Once our stares met, I was lost. Time was gone. All I saw was her, and I took every opportunity I could to keep it that way. I could barely remember having dinner last night, or breakfast and lunch with her this morning. She kept me enamored and completely focused on her. When was the last time I’d had a connection with a woman like that? Ever? I worked a lot. I’d spent even more time isolating since Janey cheated with my friend and ripped my heart to shreds. Was I ready for this? Taking in Molly’s beauty and excitement…did I have a choice? 

“Alright, Aaron. First things first, we’re going to take off the lid. After that, then the hardware covering both it and the trunk. Do you have the latches?”

“I do. They’re…somewhere.” I took in the bags again as Molly started. It didn’t take me long to get all the materials removed and spread out so we could see everything we needed. She already had the lid removed by the time I made it to her side. “Look at this.”

I placed them on the edge of the low table she stood before as Molly ran her finger along the trim.

“This will be fun.” She glanced at me, her eyes absolutely sparkling as I stood only inches away. “Some people don’t take these apart like I do. It can be rather difficult and can sometimes pose problems for those not really experienced, but I want this trunk to be in the best possible shape, so it’ll last a very long time. It would still look just as good if I didn’t, but I believe in being thorough, so let’s clean her up the best we can. How does that sound?”

Sound? Her voice was breathy with a slight huskiness. It was all I heard, and it made me hard as I took in the light scent of her perfume. Was I too close? 

“That sounds perfect. Show me what you want me to do.”

Molly paused in removing the latch, glancing just over her shoulder where I was leaning in to see. When I’d gone from her side to slightly behind her, I wasn’t sure. With her, my control wasn’t there. Not like it should have been. I died to get closer. To reach out and pull Molly’s hair back, so I could bury my face in her neck. To smell her. Taste her skin.

I returned to Molly’s side, reaching to grip the edge of the table so I wouldn’t do something I shouldn’t. How easy it would be to bend her over the surface. To lay her on it and take my time building up her pleasure. Fuck, the possibilities were endless. 

“Do me a favor.” She turned opposite of me, reaching down to grab a screwdriver. “Why don’t you take off the latches. I’m going to put on some music.”

Had I been enamored by her before? 

I took the tool, moving up to the trunk as I watched her hips sway. Molly was wearing a pair of black tights with a baby blue button-up that was a tad too big. Despite its size, it did nothing to hide her curves. With each step, the fabric clung to all the right places. I cursed under my breath, taking out the screws while I stole peeks towards her and the wall shelves next to the sofa where the radio rested.

What sounded like a cross between classical and jazz lightly filled the space, and I couldn’t stop my head from shaking at the choice. When she said music, maybe I assumed she’d choose rock or some sort of pop. Given her style, I don’t know why she would. Molly didn’t fit into a box. She was nothing like I expected. Every hour she did something that completely surprised me. 

“I hope you don’t mind. Music is a big part of my process.”

“Not at all. I like music.”

 I put one of the latches down, continuing to the next as she came back up to me. 

“Have you heard back from the buyer yet?”

“I’m afraid not. He works a lot so maybe he just hasn’t come across my message yet. If I don’t hear from him by tonight, I’ll reach out and call tomorrow.”

Nodding, I placed one of the screws down, moving to the next. The music continued, soft and lively. I felt myself relax and even start rocking to the tune as I finished with the last latch.

“Great job. We’ll have to take off the alligator tin and slats. They’ll need to be sanded before we move to the stain.” Molly paused as her bicep rubbed against my chest. Her eyes lifted from the trunk, up to me, and I knew I’d gotten too close again, and not on purpose. I literally couldn’t stay away. It was as if we were magnets. “I didn’t think to ask if you wanted a drink when we got back. I left my tea upstairs. Would you like something? I can reheat the water in the kettle, or I have bottled water or soda. Coffee?”

Was she nervous? She was suddenly licking her lips, but she wasn’t moving back. She looked conflicted.

“Coffee would be good.”

“Great.” Still neither of us moved. It was as if we were locked in place.

“I can’t tell if your eyes are blue or slightly lavender.” My words were barely existent. “Do they change color? I could have sworn they had a slight green in the center yesterday.”

“They change depending on my mood.”

“I like this color. What do you feel right now?”

At my question, Molly blinked hard, letting out a nervous laugh as she stepped back. “I’m feeling as if we could both use some caffeine. Come on, let’s take a small break. I know we had lunch not too long ago, but I have croissants and donuts. I was going to be good and keep it healthier, but I think I’ll have that donut after all.”

I could have smiled and almost did. Molly was running. Almost literally, and it was all because of me. She felt this attraction too, and she was trying her best to hold back. Why, I could only guess. After all, I was a client, but did that really matter so much if we were both interested in each other? Perhaps in her mind.

“I think I’ll take one of those donuts too.”

Bounding up the stairs, I stayed on her heels, making her laugh as we headed into the kitchen. At the two men standing next to the counter, Molly jolted to a stop causing me to crash into her. My arms went around her waist, and I held her to me as we pitched forward. The moment I got my footing, I stepped around, putting myself in front of her protectively. I wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from, but I couldn’t ignore it as I took in the couple.

“Well, well, well.” A tall man with brown hair smiled, glancing over at a good-looking dark-skinned man in a polo. Although I’d never met him before, there was suddenly no denying the twin Molly had been telling me about. “Clive, honey, would you look at that. Told you he was good looking.”

“You. I should have known you’d find a reason to come over.” Molly’s hand trailed down my arm reassuringly as she stepped around me and headed to the men. “Aaron, this is my brother, James, and his boyfriend, Clive. Guys, this is Aaron, the one I was telling you about.”

I reached forward, shaking their hands. 

“I have good reason to be here. Clive forgot his glasses last night at dinner.”

“Sure, he did.” 

“I swear I didn’t hide them behind the peace lily on purpose. Molly, can I talk to you for a bit?” The brother eyed me up, cautious, intrigued, and yet amused. I held a welcoming expression to my face, turning to Clive as he shook his head. 

“He did. He hid them on purpose. I figured as much when he offered to drive home.” He stopped. “Molly tells us you just moved back to town. That you grew up here. How do you like it?”

“West Falls is a wonderful place. London was great, but there’s nowhere like home.”

“Amen to that. And you plan to stick around for a while?”

My attention locked on Molly for the briefest moment. “I do. Permanently, I’m hoping.” I couldn’t stop myself from keeping her on my radar. And Molly, she kept looking at me too. Our gazes would meet, we’d smile, and she’d blush as we went back to those talking to us. We’d meet stares…repeat.

“Well, there’s definite chemistry.”

“I’m sorry?”

Turning back to Clive, I didn’t miss his smile fall. “James is a bit overprotective but completely harmless.” He paused, meeting me dead in the eyes. “I’m not. Y’all have some sort of spark going on but be respectful. Molly’s my friend.”

“Of course.”

Clive slid on the black-framed glasses. “I don’t usually speak so open, but I’m going to be out of town for a few days and from what I hear, you’re both going to be spending a lot of time together. I feel I need to speak out before anything might happen. Not that it will. I’m just saying, better to be safe. Especially with her. Molly’s last relationship didn’t go so well. The guy was a complete asshole. We’re here because James is just watching out for her. You’re a stranger and probably the first man outside our circle that she’s let herself be around since Trenton. I have to say, I was surprised to hear the news myself. Molly works alone. Always. For her to allow you to be part of this, she must like you, and maybe not even how that sounds. As a person. A friend. Your presence is appealing and makes her happy. That makes me happy. You get me?”

My smile was tight as it crossed my face, but it wasn’t threatening. We both were on the same level. “Crystal clear. I respect like hell that you’re both here and she has someone to look out for her. I’ll definitely do the same. I think Molly’s great.” I could barely take my eyes off her as her brother smiled at something she said, whispering some more. “We only just met but she’s—”

“One of the best people I know. Honest. Caring. Very family oriented. Are you close with your family, Aaron?”

I felt like I was suddenly being put through the ringer. Not that it bothered me. I understood what was happening, and I was okay with that. I had no ill intentions for Molly. I wasn’t that sort of guy. I was either in one hundred percent or not. I didn’t lead people on. “I’m close with my family. Or we all were before I moved and my grandmother passed away. She was our heart. I’m hoping things continue as they were.”

“I hope so too. Family is everything to us. To James, me. Especially to Molly. Keep that in mind. Since her parents passing, she’s sort of adopted all James’s crew, as they did, and took it upon herself to host the holidays. All of them. No one goes without when Molly’s around. She’d drop everything if someone she cared for was in trouble. Trenton wouldn’t have let her do that. It’s just who she is, and it makes her happy. We want to keep her that way.” He stopped, loosing the sternness in his tone as he stared over at her. “Molly really helped me and James during our first few months together. Her parents were a bit old fashioned and didn’t know how to take our relationship at first. She never hesitated to embrace me and James as a couple. She stood up for us and made them see. Not that it took a lot, but still. She would have fought them on it until the end if she had to. She’s a damn good friend to have.”

“I can see that. She means a lot to you and to a lot of people it seems. You have nothing to worry about concerning me. I like Molly, but I’m not going to cross the line until she makes it clear where she stands—friends, or more.”

“Good.”

They walked back over, and James lifted both of his eyebrows to me…playfully? Excitedly? I couldn’t tell. 

“Well, we won’t take up anymore of your time. Aaron, it was nice to meet you. Molly, call me tonight. Come on, Clive, we have some shopping to do.”

We waved them out, and Molly couldn’t keep the perma-grin away. The love she had for her brother and Clive was clear as she began making the coffee. Brother…friends, family. The antiques and why she took such great care with them were starting to make sense.

“I’m sorry about that. My brother’s pretty protective concerning anyone new.”

“No worries. It was nice to meet both of them.” I stepped closer to the counter. “You did mention donuts, right?”

She laughed, pointing. “They’re on the table. I got them fresh this morning.”

I grabbed one, taking a bite as I grabbed another, walking it over to her. Molly bit into the pastry, leaving behind glazed over the top of her lip. Instinct wanted me to go forward. To lick it from her lips. Hell, I almost did. Instead, I reached forward, swiping my thumb over the soft surface. My touch was met with her lips molding to the pad of my digit for the briefest moment.  A moment that had the possibility to change everything. 

Molly

Had I just kissed Aaron’s finger? Slightly even bit it? I had. Fuck…had I? Please, let that have all been in my mind. What had I been thinking? Why would I even do that? I didn’t know this man. Not really, and yet…we were unstoppable. If it wasn’t him, it was me. Me! Had this trunk restoration really been a good idea? In the beginning I had thought so. Why was I getting so spooked now? Why? Because never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d burn this hot for each other. Now that it was obvious, I had to somehow clear my mind and face what that meant.

“Thanks for t-that,” I mumbled.

“No problem.”

I put distance between us, grabbing a coffee mug and putting it on the counter in front of him. I kept my donut at my mouth, praying it would give me time to think and not talk. If I could just form comprehensive thoughts, I could call in rationality. I could form some sort of plan. A plan? To do what, work on the opposite sides of the basement so we kept our distance? Ridiculous. This had been my idea! Besides, I didn’t want to be away from him. Not really. But I wasn’t looking for a fling, and I didn’t want to get hurt either.

“These are delicious. I forgot how good Mario’s is.”

Aaron’s lids closed and he put the remaining donut in his mouth and chewed. All I could was stare like a hypnotized fool. Stare and stare. Why couldn’t I get ahold of myself? He was gorgeous. So were tons of other people, but Aaron…he was different. He wasn’t cocky or egotistical. He was a lot like me: laid back, happy-go-lucky. It was damn nice to connect with like-minded energy.

“Okay, I said, picking up my tea as he stirred his coffee. Grab those donuts and let’s do this. Now, we get serious, and we kicked some but and make this trunk shine. We have a lot of work ahead of us, but we have caffeine and sweets. In this house, they’re the staples for progress.  

****

Had I been chipper only hours ago? I had, and although the lightheartedness was still there, my serious side had kicked in as I buried myself in work. Orders, here. Focus, there. I stayed in my zone, taking in every little thing about the trunk I could see: every scratch, every nick or imperfection. As Aaron and I took the chest apart, I didn’t want to miss a single thing I could repair. It took hours, but we finally got it completely apart and laid out. Even as dinner approached, I still stayed determined as I ran my hand along the inside where the blue silk lining had been. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something felt off inside the chest. Different, and I had no idea what it was.

“You look confused.”

“I…am” I glanced at Aaron, twisting my mouth as I felt around on the inside of the rectangular box. Wood. That’s all it was, but something. “I think.” I stopped, leaning my head back to try to see where my hand would be on the inside of it. “We’re missing space.”

“Space?”

“Yeah. I looked back and forth, from the inside to the outside. “Maybe an inch or two?”

“Like a false bottom?”

Aaron scooted across the floor to sit down next to me where I had the trunk. He took the words right out of my mouth. 

“Yes. I think maybe it does. I’ve heard of these having secret compartments, but not like this. I don’t see anything I can use to lift the floor out…unless.” My fingers pressed against the edges of what should have been the bottom of the trunk, working their way down the length. For the briefest moment, I was sure the wood dipped. Walking my digits back, I added a little more pressure, crying out as it gave way in the small section. 

“You got it?”

The excitement in Aaron’s voice couldn’t be hidden. He rose to his knees, next to me, reaching down to help me push as we gazed at each other like kids on Christmas day. His side gave way and we both gasped as he reached down and pulled the floor free. A mound of pictures and letters gave view, along with a small black box and what once had to have been a small bouquet of flowers. They were dead now, but from looking, they’d been roses.

 “Oh, Aaron.” I reached down, picking up the black box, and a letter with a photo of a woman and man taped to it. From already viewing the others inside the chest, I knew without a doubt I was staring at his mother. The name Catherine along with dates had been labeled on several of the pictures from the top. I removed the picture glancing at the letter. “This is your mom and dad?” 

It was pointless to even ask. The resemblance of the two men were striking, but it was Aaron’s silence that had me looking over unsure.

“Aaron?”

“I…” He cleared his throat, reaching for the picture, only to flip it over. Names were scribbled, but from the angle, I couldn’t read what it said. “I…don’t know. I mean, I guess.”

“You don’t know your father?”

My volume was low, almost inaudible. He turned, putting his back to the trunk to sit against it as he stared at the photograph. I joined him, seeing the pain in his features. It twisted my stomach, making me reach out to place my hand on his forearm as he stared. I went back to the letter, stopping after the first few sentences. 

Dearest Catherine,

Nothing I say will convince my father to accept our engagement. He threatens disinheritance and to completely disown me. Say the words and I will walk away from this. I love you.

“My mother was a wild one. The black sheep of the family. Coming from money, she was meant to behave a certain way. The trousseau was hers. I was never told the stories, but I heard little things here and there. She was meant to marry some man her parents had chosen. The son of my grandfather’s business partner, I believe. Anyway, they couldn’t force her, although I guess my grandfather tried. It only made her worse. She went on a holiday to Spain to try to clear her head. She returned distraught and very pregnant with me. I guess I was quite the scandal in my family during those times, but that didn’t change the love my grandmother showed me growing up. I was never told about my father. I just assumed no one knew who he was.”

I bit against my bottom lip, shifting as I opened the small black box. The ring had my heart aching. This had to be the ring Aaron’s father gave to Catherine. Glancing down, I took in more of the letter. 

You said you didn’t want to come between me and my family, but I am nothing if we’re not together. Don’t leave before we talk about this. I can’t lose you. The last few months—

Swallowing hard, I stopped myself, placing the small black box back inside the trunk. Tears were nearly blinding me as I handed over the letter to Aaron. Such heartache. Such love. Everything in me knew she’d left Spain to spare Aaron’s father from losing his family, but what about her? About Aaron? Did his father even know she’d been pregnant? 

“I should leave so you can go through this in private. I’m so sorry. This must be hard for you.” 

I rose back to my knees, stopping as Aaron’s large hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. So close our lips brushed against each other. 

“Don’t leave.” He brought me down, holding the kiss for a few seconds before his hand slid to the side of my neck, only to disappear. I knew he wasn’t kissing me anymore, but for the life of me, I couldn’t open my eyes. I was breathing so hard, seeing nothing but him. Nothing but the longing I’d caught a glimpse of just before he reached out to me. 

Aaron

For days we worked in the tension-building silence, and for days I dreamed of nothing more than putting my lips back to hers. Molly had been patient and kind. She gave me time to adjust to what we discovered, and I was thankful for that. Learning the identity of my father hadn’t been easy. It came as a shock more than anything, but I was discovering what I could through their letters, and Molly didn’t push for answers on any of it as she continued with the trunk mostly by herself. Not that I wouldn’t have told her what the letters contained if she’d asked. That was the thing. She didn’t speak much at all anymore as she stayed lost in her art. Text was one thing. We texted all day and night if we weren’t together, but in person…Had I crossed the line with the kiss? I hadn’t thought so at first, but now I wasn’t so sure. The looks were still there, and so was the heat whenever we got close to each other. It was just the silence in person that was killing me.

A sigh left me as I knocked on the door. Within seconds Molly opened it. What I saw had my lips parting in surprise. Words refused to come at first, and I blinked away the shock as she waved me inside. 

Her blonde hair was pulled up, twisted at the back as small waves fell loose against her neck. She wore a fitted black dress with red stiletto heels and a matching necklace and earrings. Where the dress was on the conservative side with the high neckline and three-quarter length sleeves, the shoes were stunners. I would have tripped over my own feet had I seen her walking down the street in those. 

“Holy hello. You look…stunning. Had I thought stunner before? Fuck yes. She was out of this world smoking hot, and I was probably just another guy drooling over her beauty. Not that I wanted to be. I wanted to be the one. Her one.

“Thank you. Perfect timing. I just got home from showing a house. Have you eaten breakfast?”

“About two hours ago,” I laughed. “I went for a run first thing this morning down at Memorial Park. I met my cousins at the diner in town for breakfast afterward. It used to be our Saturday tradition, and I hope to keep it alive. I’ve had a busy morning.”

“I’d say. What a wonderful thing to have. Breakfast with family on Saturdays. I like that.” 

I shut the door behind me, not able to stop myself from soaking in her every move as Molly headed for the kitchen. When she picked up the Styrofoam cup of coffee and took a drink, her eyes widened. 

“I almost forgot. I was finally able to get ahold of the buyer. He’s been out of the country on business. I guess where he was there was no service. He’s only just getting back to me.”

My heart slammed into my chest as she took on an expression I wasn’t sure of. We’d put so much hard work into the trunk. Or, she had, but my personal touches were there as well. If she couldn’t get out of selling it, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Steal it? No, I couldn’t do that? Offer a fortune to the seller? It was a possibility.

“What did they say?”

For the smallest moment, her lips pursed. “My buyer isn’t very happy with me. He hasn’t given me an answer yet, but we’re supposed to video call later this afternoon when he gets off work. You’re not going to believe this, but I guess he’s an estate lawyer, so he somewhat understands the situation, but there’s still a few things he wants to go over.

“An estate lawyer?” My jaw flexed as I nodded. “You don’t say. Hmm. Was he mean to you?”

Molly paused, appearing not sure how to answer that.

“He was.” My tone deepened through anger I couldn’t push away. 

“Well.” She stopped, her eyebrows drawing in. “Maybe not mean. Slightly rude. Overbearing.”

“Rude.” It wasn’t a question. “Can I be here when he calls you?”

“Aaron, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t interfere. Not unless I have to.”

Molly’s mouth was parted, and I could see she wasn’t sure how to answer. I walked over, grabbing her hands. 

“I promise not to make this hard on you. I just want to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. It’s one thing to state your case. It’s another to be a dick. No one’s going to step out of line with you.”

Her face softened, and I watched her shoulders loosen. “I suppose it would be okay. I mean, if you wanted to listen. But I can handle him, Aaron. You have to know that.”

“I do. I have no doubts you don’t let people walk all over you. As a friend and the person you’re taking the heat for, I’d just like to be here. This wouldn’t even be happening right now if you weren’t trying to help me get the trunk back. I’ll be quiet. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

She smiled at my wink. “Alright. You can stay for when he calls, but only if you’re good.”

“You have my word.”

Letting go of her hands was almost instant regret. It felt good being so close. And she’d let me hold them longer than necessary. That had to count for something.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’m just going to go ahead and change so we can get started. Can you give me five minutes?”

I soaked in the dress, trying not to let my mind go down the route it wanted. “Sure thing. I’ll be right here.”

But I didn’t want to be. I wanted to be going back there with her to take the dress off myself. My blood was rushing through my veins after hearing about the buyer. I felt territorial. Overprotective. If he thought for a second to overstep and try to order her around, his ass was mine. Lawyer or not, I had my own, and mine would nail his ass to the wall one way or another. 

I grabbed a croissant, tearing into it despite I wasn’t really hungry. Not for food anyway. My need for Molly was pushing every limit I had. I wanted her, and not just as a possible partner. We were fantastic together. I wanted her body. Her mind. Every day I couldn’t wait to come over and learn more about the woman who kept me on my toes. The hours I was here wasn’t enough. Not even close. Had we only been talking three weeks? It felt like so much longer. Of course, there were days I was here fifteen hours. Now that I was so busy with work, I couldn’t get that much time. Even the nonstop texting was starting to not be enough. I didn’t like it. I wanted her with everything I was capable of.

“I see you changed your mind.”

The croissant froze just outside of my mouth. I looked at what I held, turning to glance at the box I’d pulled the damn thing from. Had I just helped myself to her food?

“I’m sorry. I…I’m just making myself right at home, aren’t I?” 

Rich laughter filled the space with a sound that sent my pulse roaring in my ears. Dammit. I was going to go crazy if I couldn’t have her.

“Make yourself at home all you like. It makes me happy you’re so comfortable here.”

“I am. Maybe a little too much,” I said, lifting the pastry towards her and tearing back into it. 

“Well, just so you know, I don’t mind in the least. You ready?”

I nodded, taking in the white, flowing maxi dress paired with the oversized denim button-up. I noticed she liked to work in those long, loose dresses. They did look comfortable and seemed to suit her. Hell, she looked damn good in anything she put on that curvy body. And her hair was still pulled back. I liked that too. At least now I could soak in her neck and keep imagining how much I wanted to nibble and suck against it. How was I ever going to make it another day without acting on what I wanted? It seemed to be the question I asked myself repeatedly. 

“So, don’t get upset, but I couldn’t sleep last night after you left and…well…” She flipped on the light. As we walked down the steps and into the room, I took a deep breath.

“You put in the blue silk lining.”

“I did. I kept tossing and turning and could have probably finished it, but I wanted you to be here.”

“You waited for me?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t steal your moment to see it get put back together.”

Scanning over the freshly stained chest and the newly adorned interior, I couldn’t ignore the pride that came at the transformation so far. Soon, it’d be finished…and then what?

The question had me turning back to her. If the trunk was finished, it’d be harder to come by. I’d be here because I wanted to, not because I needed to. But I did want to be here, and it had nothing to do with the trunk anymore. 

“You said you could have finished last night. How long do you think we have left? Just today?”

Her head lowered as her eyes swept to the trunk. Truthfully, I knew we could have finished days ago if Molly had been determined. She may have worked in silence lately, but we took a lot of breaks. Those were my only solace. That was the only times we’d go through periods of talking. We’d drag out lunch or breakfast, lost in conversations about my work or hers. We were both stalling, and our time together could very well be coming to an end. Today.

“Possibly. We’ll see how it goes.”

Molly

There was no denying neither of us wanted to finish the trunk. The dread in Aaron’s tone could have matched my own. Even as I put in the lining the night before, I couldn’t ignore the sadness that he might not visit me after we finished. That hurt worse than anything. I’d really gotten to like having Aaron around. A lot. So much so, the aching in my chest was real. Sure, we still had a long way to go to really know each other, but we’d spent enough time together to where I was sure we were off to a good start. A solid one that spoke of a great foundation for…something…fantastic…lifechanging, if I let it.

“The hardware on the top was a pain to take off. Will it be just as complicated to put it on?”

I sat down before the trunk, staring at the treasure as my head shook. Truth was, I could have this finished within an hour if I wanted. Everything in me was biding my time when I could so easily just reach out and take what I already viewed as mine. And I saw Aaron as that, didn’t I? I wanted him. I had from the beginning. And the kiss. Yes…

“Molly?”

Burning took over my eyes as I tried to blink back the tears. It was stupid to be so emotional over a man I’d just met weeks ago. But what a man. 

I glanced over, forcing a smile as I returned staring at the trunk. “Yes, Aaron?”

No words. His hand slid along my cheek, bringing my face back to his. It was too much for the delicate state I was in. Why I even was, I had no idea. I took my work seriously. The entire project and everything that went along with it meant something. And I’d allowed Aaron and his family’s story to be part of that. I attached to him just like I did to my projects, but more. I sold those. They left me. I didn’t want that, concerning him. That’s what hurt the worst. Each time he left, it got harder. All I wanted to do was have him here with me. Not text. Not email. Not call. Here.

“You don’t want this to end either.”

His eyes searched mine regardless that it wasn’t a question. I gave a hard shake, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding firm. We were breathing hard, not able to deny what we both new. It was there in the way neither of us would move. It was in my grip on his shirt and his secure placement of my head. When Aaron’s eyes lowered to my lips, there was no overthinking or contemplating what was right or professional anymore. I surged forward just as he did. Our lips connected and he spun us to the carpet to cover my body with his. The weight was heaven as I drew up my knees, letting the dress fall to my waist as he took his place on top of me.

“I’m not leaving after this. I’m coming back every day until you tell me otherwise.”

The tight grip to my hip had me moaning as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Hardness pushed into my most private parts, and I cried out as I arched and rocked against him through the friction. Pressure gripped the outside of my thigh, working its way up. I pulled at Aaron’s shirt, relieved when he tore it free and threw it across the room. Hard muscle flexed under my touch. 

“I need this off.” I let go from around his neck, but Aaron was already removing the shirt I had on over my dress. When he reached down and pulled the dress off too, we dove back to lock around each other. From what seemed far away, I could feel him kicking off his jeans. And he was unlatching my bra. Our hands couldn’t move fast enough as I grab the loose material at my chest and tossed it away. With only my panties on, I felt myself stiffen as he pulled back to look at me. I’d been so lost in our need for one another, embarrassment hadn’t even registered until now. 

“Don’t.”

My hands froze from lifting to cover myself at the shake of his head. 

“Don’t you dare. Jesus, Molly.” He swallowed hard. “You’re beautiful. Fuck. Don’t ever cover yourself around me.”

I sucked in a breath as he cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My thighs tightened on his hips while he held himself up. Still, Aaron didn’t lower from taking me in. His eyes ate up my body, just as claiming as he was. Something about that relaxed me and had all insecurities fading to the background as he continued teasing my breasts. 

Pings of pleasure built. Aaron went back and forth, taking his time, finally dipping down to suck one into his mouth. Teeth grazed and tugged at the surface. When his hand lowered to rub against the outside of my panties, I couldn’t help the cry that left me. I was so wet. I couldn’t stop myself from moving against the circles he placed over my clit and entrance as he kept sucking at my breast.

“Yes, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, Molly.” Pulling back the lining, Aaron’s digits began rubbing my juices over me. My head lifted, only to fall through the impatience surging through. One finger eased inside, and then two. I gasped as he stretched me. Back and forth my head shot, my continuous moans growing louder by the second. And he let them. He didn’t stop as time went by. I could barely hold on. My skin was so hot. 

“I want you inside me. Please.” 

With what I could see through my cracked lids, the desire kept his features tight. He needed me, more than I could even comprehend. He removed my panties, taking off his briefs in the process. Lips pressed into mine, hungry, massaging as the head of his cock pushed into my pussy. The size had me digging my nails into his back as he inched his way deep. I drew my knees up, almost going into orgasm as a rumble from his throat vibrated through my being. 

Aaron held underneath my knee, lifting as he began to thrust at a steady pace. His long length still wasn’t all the way inside. 

“You feel good. Aaron, I—” My arm hooked around his shoulder as I held on through my edging. It had been so long since I’d touched myself, I could have come at any point, but it felt too good to give in. More, I arched through his thrusts. 

“I feel good? Fuck, you’re killing me. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you.”

Harder, he kissed, rotating his hips to bury his cock. Nothing I could have done would have stopped my orgasm. My scream echoed through the room, and spasms followed as my legs jolted through the waves of pleasure.

“That’s right, come, baby. Come for me just like that.”

Aaron pounded into me, only slowing as I finished. Sweat covered his back and chest as the minutes played out. I couldn’t get over how hot it was to watch him move on top of me. Muscles flexed in his chest and abs, and the pure ecstasy on his face was forever going to be there in my mind. Seeing him feel as good as I did altered me. It changed the insecurities, erasing them little by little as he whispered sexy commands and endearments against my lips.

“Keep your eyes on mine. I’m making this pussy feel so good. Look at you, love, you can’t get enough.” 

Was I so transparent?  

He slammed forward, holding himself up with one arm as he pushed the pad of his thumb over my clit. Adding pressure, I whimpered, feeling my sex draw up.

“Do that again. More.”

The carpet burned against the top of my ass, but I kept my hips tilted, taking him deeper as I walked the edge of my second orgasm. The sounds of our bodies filled the basement, feeding my arousal to heights I couldn’t remember experiencing. How could a sound be so sexy? So…right?

“More. Oh, God, Aaron. Right there. More. More.”

A growl tore from him, and he dropped his weight forward, his hands leveling on each side of my face. “You better hold on tight.” 

I didn’t hesitate to throw my arms back around his neck. The thrusts became torturous, knocking me forward with each slam. Oh, did he hit all the right places. Aaron reached impossible depths, filling every part of me imaginable. The thickness of his cock swelled, and I locked my legs around his hips, relishing in his weight and the friction over the sensitive nerves. Higher and higher Aaron brought me up as he ground himself into me. Just as the spasms kicked in, I felt his cum shoot deep. It was warm, igniting a fire in my blood I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to put out.

****

“Favorite childhood memory?”

I smiled as I stared across my bed at Aaron. It’d been hours since my life changed completely, and yet we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Eating, showering, having sex again. The pattern repeated until I was sure walking wasn’t going to be in my future. At least not for the next few days. I was already so sore, and damn ready to go again. 

“Easy. Eighth grade, softball season. I grew up playing, but for some reason that year all my years of competing finally kicked in. I was really good. My dad worked a lot during that time, but this one game he was off for. I was so excited he was able to attend. I usually played first base but for some reason they stuck me in right field.” My head shook. “The game was tied, and it was two away. All we needed was one more out and we’d finish up by batting. I remember the sound of the ball getting hit. It was so loud in that moment as I watched it fly up and come right towards me. But it was short, just over the base. It was as though I couldn’t run fast enough. By some miracle, I made it, catching the ball right above the ground. The cheering,” I laughed. “It was great. My eyes went right to my dad, and he was so proud. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment. Oddly enough, it was the last year I played softball, so I guess you can say I went out with a bang.”

“You can definitely say that. Softball, that’s so awesome. I wish I could have seen you play. Was it in the city? Where did you go to school?”

“Texas. I grew up there. We didn’t move to the city until my freshman year. That’s why that summer it was my last.”

“I see. And how were your high school years there?”

 “Eh.” I laughed, shrugging. “They weren’t anything really special. Tell me about you. I want to know everything.”

“Well, let me see. We’ve already covered favorite shows, colors, movies, music, hobbies, and foods. You’re up-to-date on my job. You know everything about my family.” His lips pursed the smallest amount. “What if we talk about something risky? Something that may have you kicking me out of this house?”

“Kick you out?” I propped my head up as he continued to lay on the pillow. “What would have me kicking you out?”

“Real talk. Most people don’t like the sobering truth. Molly…I don’t do this. Ever. I like you a lot. I have from the moment I saw you in your pink sundress and floppy hat.” He smiled. “I can’t get enough of you. I come over the moment I’m off work. I stay as long as I can, and I go home to think about you. If I’m awake, you’re on my mind. You’re in my dreams. Hell, I can barely concentrate in meetings,” he laughed. “I know you’re feeling me too or else the last few hours wouldn’t have played out that way. I just need to know how far do you see yourself taking this? Me, I’m in all the way. I want to see how far we can go. What about you?”

Me? I could barely find the words to even start. Maybe I had hoped, but I never dreamed Aaron would be so ready to commit to something.

“I never do this either. I think we’re on the same page with what we want to happen. I’m completely committed to seeing where this goes. I think I’ve been from the moment we met. I was hoping.” I stopped, watching his eyes narrow the smallest amount. 

“You were hoping something would happen between us?”

“Yes.”

“That makes two of us, and now here we are.” He slid me forward, wrapping his arms around me as he held me to his chest. Maybe this was rushing. Maybe we’d come to see we weren’t as compatible as I hoped, but I didn’t think so. Aaron was it for me, and if he was just as dedicated to making this work, I couldn’t see how we could go wrong.

Aaron

“Yes, Mr. Henry, I know what it says.” Molly paused. “Well, if you look at the paragraph after that, you’d see where it reads, me, the seller, has the right to cancel or refuse the sell at any time. I told you the chest has turned out to belong to someone other than the original seller. I must honor that. I’ve already refunded your money. I’m sorry you’re so upset, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“Sure there is!” The man’s voice echoed throughout the living room, making my jaw flex repeatedly as I kept my attention on Molly’s face as she paced. It had been four days since we came together. Four days since they were supposed to talk. He hadn’t called that night and was only just getting back to her now. “You tell him you bought it fair and square and you’ve already sold it to me. I told you that chest was going to be a gift to my daughter. Did you forget? Did you overlook that part?”

A rumble vibrated my mouth as I ground my teeth together. Had I just done that? Fuck yes, I had.

“No, I did not overlook it. I’m very aware of what you wanted the chest for, Mr. Henry, but there are other chests. If finding one is so important, I can search out another. I’d be happy to restore and personalize it just for her, but it can’t be this one. This chest is replaceable for your daughter, it’s not for the man who it’s meant for. It belonged to his mother.”

“But…Her birthday is next month. There’s no way we can get another and restore it in time. That one was perfect. It was…Dammit.” He paused, making a huffing sound. If I hadn’t promised Molly I’d stay quiet, I would have tore into him with the tone he was using with her. As it was, I wanted her to see I respected her wishes, even if I didn’t like them. And she knew I didn’t. She kept stealing looks at me, gauging how I was taking the situation, which wasn’t as good as I’d hoped. Damn that bastard for snapping at her. I’d almost said something. No one was ever going to talk to Molly like that. Not if I could help it.

“Mr. Henry, I’ll keep looking. I may get lucky and come across another. If so, I’ll call before I put it on the site. I’m truly sorry about this, but my hands are tied. I wish you the best with your search.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Good night.”

Molly hung up, letting out a sigh as she collapsed to the sofa. I lowered to the edge, brushing back her hair as she let her head rest on the oversized back cushions.

“Thank you for not saying anything.”

My palm fitted to the side of her face, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers. “Thank you for cancelling the sale and making it possible to keep my mother’s trunk. And for fixing it beautifully.” I traced my index finger over her cheek. “For a minute, I thought he was going to put up more of a fight. I was ready.”

She laughed. “I know you were. I’m safeguarded though. Clive made sure of it when I started my business. I knew Mr. Henry would be angry, but I always had the ultimate say.”

“Always? You mean…I had nothing to worry about?”

Molly’s head lifted from the cushion as she looked down to her lap. 

“Nope. Look back at me. Explain, love.”

She shrugged, meeting my gaze. “I had to see how much it really meant to you. It meant the world to Mr. Henry. I caught that from our initial email when he won the trunk. And I wasn’t sure you’d love it as much as him or his daughter, or if you were even going to keep it. For all I knew, the trunk would get sold or go right back into an attic to go in ruin. And…I wanted to get to know you. The passion in your voice was there. The more we talked, it became obvious the trunk meant something to you. I just needed to see how much. Are you mad?”

“Mad that you were safeguarding your customers and hard work? You take pride in what you do. You care about the people and projects you work on. I even got to see how much labor goes into completely transforming it. I can’t be mad at that.” 

“But I wasn’t honest. I made you believe the chest might get sold.”

“You did, but you also gave me something no one else could have. I helped be part of the restoration. I chose the stain. That trunk is just as much a part of me now as it is my mother and my grandmother. You led me to my father. We were able to find him. And you…Molly, I have you. You think I could be mad about that?”

“I was hoping not. I won’t do it again. I promise.” 

“I know.” Grabbing her waist, I spun her to straddle my lap as I scooted back on the sofa. 

“What you’ve given me far exceeds what you did to make sure I was worthy. You’ve changed my life, and for the better. Now, kiss me. I accept that as payment for your little omission.”

Lips pressed into mine while her hand locked around the back of my neck. She held me still, dueling her tongue with mine. It didn’t take long for her to start moving against me. And me…I already had my hand up her dress, ready to claim what I knew would always be mine.

“And this,” I said, tugging against her bottom lip, “is why I said no panties.” My finger eased into her pussy, and I closed my eyes at the wet heat while she began to move against the length. When I added another digit, Molly cried out, moaning. I let her ride my fingers until her legs were shaking and she was breathing hard. 

“Lay down. I want to taste you.”

But I was already spinning to ease her to the cushions. Her legs spread wide, and I flicked against her clit before tracing down her slit. The taste of her essence was enough to keep me there forever. I sucked to her folds, fucked her with my tongue, and sucked some more, relishing in every minute that I tortured her. I couldn’t get enough of her taste as Molly fisted my hair, holding on through the continuous sounds that filled the room. 

“I want you to spend the night again. I want—” The words were cut off as Molly cried out through the building pleasure. 

“Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week. A year from now.” I took one last suck, flipping her on her stomach and bringing her to her knees. I jerked my pants open, letting my cock spring out as I levelled the thick head at her entrance. Heat met me and Molly’s fingers clutched to the crème throw pillow as I began to stretch her. “As much and for however long as you want.”

“Promise?”

The uncertainty in her tone had possessiveness once again pouring through. For her to question or even doubt me spoke of her past, but I was going to fix this. I’d help her heal and she’d come to see I was nothing like her ex. I’d never hurt her.

Inch by inch, I let her feel me as I lowered to mold around her back. When my lips were next to her ear, I nuzzled close. 

“I more than promise. It’s a guarantee. You have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

I surged, burying my cock inside her. Molly screamed out, the end turning to a plea as she began to rock against me. Barring my arm around her waist, I kept her close as my thrusts imprinted my vow. Molly was mine from here on out, and if she wanted me, no one was keeping me away. It was me and her, and with every kiss, every look, and every moment we were together, I’d continue to make her come to see that. 

“Aaron.”

“Come if you must, but know our night is only just beginning.”

“Good.”

One word, and it made me smile. Tightening gripped around my thickness and spasms had me holding in my own release. With one foot on the floor and one leg braced on the sofa, I let my size completely take over any sense of being Molly might have had under me as she had her orgasm. I added a little more weight, holding secure: protecting, relishing, loving more and more each second. Molly had to see, to know, that she was just as much a treasure to me as the heirloom she restored, and just like that chest, she was in my life to stay.

The End

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