“Okay. That’s all right.” I continue to rub her back and listen to her cry. When the door opens, my head snaps to it, and my shoulders slump when I see Molly step inside. Her eyes ping between me and the woman I’m sitting with.

“Dayton sent me to check on you. Is everything okay?”

God, I swear I could fall in love with him so easily.

“Everything’s fine,” I assure her. “I’ll be out there in just a couple of minutes.”

She frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I promise, and with a nod, she backs out of the doorway, and it closes behind her.

“I know who you are, and I know you know me.” The whispered statement causes me to bite my lip. “Why are you being nice?”

“Because no one should have to cry alone in a bathroom,” I tell her, and she turns to look at me. She’s so pretty—way too pretty to be with a guy like Billy.

“I can see why he likes you,” she says, her smile sad. “Do you know that he framed the sonogram picture of your baby and has it on his desk?”

My lips part. “He did?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “He’s a good guy.”

“He is,” I agree on a whisper, and she shakes her head while tugging her gaze off mine.

“I should go.”

“Are you okay?” I ask as she gets to her feet and dashes away the tears from her cheeks.

“No.” Her smile is still sad but a little braver as she smooths her hands down the front of her lovely dress. “But that’s nothing new.”

“You can do better than him,” I blurt without thinking as she turns her back to me and she looks at me over her shoulder. “I know that sometimes we think we have to settle for whatever scraps are tossed our way and that we should just accept what is given to us, but I’m telling you now that you can do better than him. You deserve better than him.”

“Happily ever afters are for storybooks, not for girls like me.” She pulls the door open and walks out, leaving me sitting there with a million emotions coursing through my system.

When there is a knock on the door, I start to get up off the couch, but before I’m able to stand, Dayton pokes his head inside the restroom.

“I just saw Jamie leave.” His gaze scans over me like he’s checking for injuries as he steps toward me. “What happened?”

“I think she’s dealing with some stuff.” I get off the couch and walk over to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly as I fall into him and wrap my arms around his waist.