“What?” she asks. I shake my head. “Nothing. Didn’t believe you were actually employed.” Her eyes narrow to slits. “Because you thought I spent my time getting tan and going shopping?” “And playing pickleball. Don’t forget that.” Her lips twitch. Am I flirting with Mollie? Why the fuck am I flirting with Mollie? “Y’all—oh! Oh, my goodness.” I turn at the sound of Goody’s voice, just in time to see Maria take off at a gallop, back the way we came. “You didn’t hold the reins?” I bite out, looking at Mollie. She throws up her hands. “You didn’t tell me to!” “Jesus Christ.” I take off running.
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