Molly's Mr. Wrong. Jeannie Watt
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the second, then he turned toward Finn with an I-told-you-so look.
Hey, Finn felt like saying, I’m not the bad guy here. It wasn’t as if he’d kept Molly and her sister from phoning for help. As he’d told Mike, Molly had made it quite clear the first time Mike offered assistance that she didn’t want it.
“No plumber, and he won’t answer his phone.” Mike shot another look at Finn. “How bad is it? Uh-huh... Well, we can’t have that. Ask your sister if she’s good with someone coming over to help.” Mike laughed then. “Command decision, you say? Well, don’t worry. We’re on our way.”
We? Our?
Mike hung up the phone, then jerked his head toward the door. “You best get Chase and the snake and head on over.”
“What?”
“My bursitis is acting up with the weather.”
Finn simply stared at his grandfather. “I don’t want to just show up if Molly doesn’t know I’m coming.” Not after the parking lot encounter.
“She’ll get over it.”
Finn knew from experience that when Mike was in one of these stern parental moods, he may as well do as he was told. It didn’t matter if he was thirteen or thirty. “If she kicks me out, you owe me a beer.”
“If she kicks you out instead of thanking you for saving her garage from flooding...well, then I’ve read her all wrong.”
Finn thought that was extremely possible as he shrugged into his raincoat, then dashed out the side door and through the deluge. Lola had called Chase on the intercom and he was in the process of loading the drain snake.
“What’s going on?” he asked once they were both safely inside the vehicle.
Finn wiped the rainwater off his face with one hand. “Rescue mission. I think you’re coming along so the lady of the house doesn’t do me harm.”
“Why would she do that?” Chase asked in a mystified voice.
“Just kidding.” He hoped. He wouldn’t know for certain until they got there.
* * *
THE RAIN CAME DOWN in buckets and the plumber was a no-show. Molly dialed his number for the ninth time after trying every other plumber number in the book. Nobody seemed to work on Saturday. Either that or they were all out dealing with other people’s emergencies.
Molly tossed the phone onto the sofa and marched through the kitchen door into the garage and stood beside Georgina. Water was inching its way across the garage toward the kitchen and they pretty much had to act. Now.
“Do you know anything about sandbags?” she asked, only half joking. They had to do something before the water hit the kitchen.
“Mike’s on his way. He called a few minutes ago and I told him to come on over.”
“Thank goodness.” The only reason she’d turned Mike down the first time he’d offered was because she had this thing about being beholden to people.
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