Chapter 5

I seriously should not be doing this, thought Mollie and she tried, unsuccessfully, to gently stir the egg whites in the the cake mix she was making for a custom order. I should be chopping or whisking or even just breaking plates, but gently mixing egg whites is definitely not for her at the moment. She wondered if she would have to make this cake all over again.

It had been 2 days since she had met Gillan and had heard their bombshell news. She spent the rest of Sunday in a fog, didn't sleep at all that night and, since she had worked the entire weekend, took Monday off and spent it in bed. But it was now Tuesday and she was pissed. How dare he get his whity tighties in a twist over her failed marriage when he was engaged?!?! And it isn't like he it was old news, since she clearly remembered Gillian gushing about how it had happened just one week before, on the first night they spent in their beautiful condo. PUKE. Mollie almost had, when she replayed that in her mind.

The really sickening thing was, Mollie really liked Gillian before she knew! Sure, Gillian was intimidating to a Mollie; she was so tall, so shapely built, obviously fit and scrubbed and spa-ed and well groomed, oh, and how could she forget, sexy as hell. But she had been so nice, so friendly and so approachable, that Mollie felt herself relaxing and not feeling like she couldn't be friends with this magnificient specimen, and then HE walked through the door.

Mollie was obviously working through the stages of grief. Although it hadn't even been a week since she had seen Daniel the first time, she had already had lovely daydreams floating around in her head about them getting together for real this time and making a life together. Building a house, on a lake, and filling it with kids. Expanding her bakery, taking on more help and enjoying it more than just working on it. She was worried about the lunch on Friday, but she was optimistic that when he heard the whole story he would understand.

Understand? HUH. No way, not now!! All that was gone in a cloud of smoke. And when Mollie wasn't kicking herself for being so foolish about rushing ahead and making something where there was nothing, she was furious at Daniel for not telling her. For letting her thoughts run away from her. FOR PICKING A FREAKING SUPERMODEL.

Of course he didn't tell her! He probably just wanted to be nice and catch up, he never would have seriously thought of Mollie as a sex object. They would just be those kind of aquaintances who said hi, how are you, enjoying your summer? Here is your coffee. Enjoy your muffin. Don't choke on the cinnamon roll. When you had steak at home, why go out for hamburgers, right?

Meanwhile Daniel wasn't sure what he was feeling. After leaving Bliss on Sunday morning, Gillian had wanted to hit furniture stores, so he obliged. He knew that he wouldn't have to say a whole lot or engage a lot of thought into stuff, just nod his head one way or another to indicate if he could live with whatever she had her eye on. It turned out to be a bit more taxing than that, with them hitting every store in a 35 mile radius.

Monday