The blush travels down to her cleavage. There is too damn much of it showing. I want to reach out and yank to try to close the gap, but I control myself. While she is stunning, I hate that the makeup covers the freckles that sprinkle her nose. Ones I’d memorized last night as she slept in my arms. Yes, there is something wrong with me, but I’ve always been a stickler for details, and I want to know every single one of them when it comes to Molly.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Emily turns back around, handing Molly a glass of champagne.

“You look nice as well,” I tell my sister who rolls her eyes at me. I don’t miss the edge of her attitude. It's not normal for her. Not toward me, at least, but then again, I’ve been gone for months. I’ve missed a lot. She’s the one that had to be here for the merging of families.

“You two still trying to land these bozos?” Emily asks the Hancock sisters, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Chase and me.

“Emily.” Samantha gives her a tight smile. I’m sure she wants to say more, but she won’t. Not when she’s standing essentially in our home.

“I thought you had better manners than that.” Courtney tries to give her a small scolding.

“You’re right. What was I thinking? One should be respectful to their elders.” Both the sisters gasp.

Emily links her arm through Molly’s, pulling her away from me. I want to follow after them. I almost do, but Courtney steps in front of me, blocking my path. I step back, not wanting to run into her.

“Are you really leaving tonight? I was hoping we could catch up. You know, Daddy heard about your new solar thing.”

“Solar thing.” Chase barks a laugh.

“I’m seeing someone,” I say, getting that out of the way. I don’t want her to think there is a chance for anything between us.

“Seeing someone?” Courtney’s overdone bottom lip puffs out. That has to be painful to have shit injected into your lips. I think about Molly’s soft, full lips. They're perfect. I want to see them wrapped around my cock. Speaking of Molly, I look around, but she’s disappeared into the crowd with my sister. I can’t see her at all now. My irritation returns.

“Yes, I’m seeing someone. I won’t be catching up with anyone.”

“Who?” This girl is pushing it. I’m trying not to be an asshole.

“Yeah, who?” both sisters ask. Samantha is closing in on Chase, who has backed up as far as he can without jumping over the bar.