“Molloy,” I acknowledged with a small nod. “Nice game.” “Nice legs.” “Want to be a gent and walk these nice legs home?” “Why?” With my hand on the changing room door, I turned back to glare at her. “Is he not coming back for you?” Red-faced, she shook her head. Fury erupted inside of me. “He just left you here?” She nodded. “He’s an asshole.” Another embarrassed nod.
