got the position herself, I just made sure Mike paid her. So?” Aiden tossed teddy bears into an empty box and handed the box to Josh.
“Molly is an independent woman who seems determined to do things her way. Then you come along and try to impress her with your success and contacts…” Samantha handed him another empty box and gave him a disapproving look.
“I just wanted to help. It’s Christmas, the time for sharing, caring and all that.” Jeez, when had being nice become such a crime? First Molly, now his sister.
“Quit sulking, I’m just saying women like Molly don’t want to be rescued.” She took the toys he held and put them away. “Now get to work, I have things to do before tonight’s game. And bring your wallet, Mr. Ford because I intend to win back all the money you took from me last month.”
He laughed at her game face. Somehow, he suspected Samantha was right. He had a feeling he would be off his game this evening.
Chapter Seven
Molly studied her reflection in the mirror as she put on her lipstick. Why had she agreed to this evening? Being around Aiden was dangerous. He proved her wrong on every assumption she’d made about him so far. A loving and caring brother—he’d taken over the role of protector and provider at such a young age. Josh adored him. And for whatever reason Molly didn’t want to explore, it made her happy he didn’t introduce many women to his family. Spending more time with him was not a good idea.
“If you know that, why are you going to poker night?”
Her reflection didn’t have the answer.
Shaking her head, she turned away from the mirror. She wanted to go. She wanted to see Aiden again, despite her protests to the contrary. Driving him to distraction , his sister’s words echoed. Well he wasn’t the only one distracted these days, and she really couldn’t afford to be. Her new career would demand much of her time. She didn’t have time for a relationship. A career you wouldn’t have yet, if it weren’t for him . She banned the thought from her mind. She owed him nothing, and she planned to put a halt to their time together. She wasn’t interested in a relationship with Aiden Ford and his sexy smile.
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“Full house!” Samantha dropped her cards on the table in front of her brother.
“Where are you getting these cards tonight?” His voice was grumpy as he tossed his two pair across the table.
“I told you I’d been practicing.” Samantha raked in her winnings, a wide smile plastered on her face. “And I think by the look of it, I have taken you out of the game.” She laughed an evil laugh.
Molly watched the playful exchange between brother and sister, and again she couldn’t help notice how close the family was. Unlike her own. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d all been in the same room, let alone laughing and having fun.
“Hey, loser, since you’re out, why don’t you get us a round of drinks?” Jim, Samantha’s husband asked.
“May as well make myself useful,” Aiden muttered, ruffling his sister’s hair as he passed her chair.
She swiped his hand away and patted her hair back into place.
“I’ll help carry.” Molly had long lost her money at the table and followed Aiden through the swinging door to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe her luck tonight,” he muttered as Molly handed him the vodka to pour into the blender.
She laughed at the scowl on his handsome face. “I didn’t peg you for a sore loser,” she teased.
He smiled as he replaced the lid and flipped the switch on. He leaned against the counter and studied her. “I’m usually a much better player. I’m blaming my losing streak on you.”
“Me? What do I have to do with your bad card playing?” She poured more wine into her empty glass.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Whatever.” She took a sip of her wine. The way his gaze settled on her lips unnerved her, and she spilled a bit of liquid. She licked the trickling wine from the
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