Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,16
so much for her after the shock of Jeremy’s punch left her a trembling wreck, but none more so than Molly. Sarah was still a little bewildered by the other woman’s kindness, but she couldn’t argue it hadn’t been genuine.
“Molly’s not going to survive in Hollywood if she keeps being so nice,” she said to Abe as she put the ham on a chopping board.
Abe went with her abrupt and—to him—probably inexplicable choice of topic. “Don’t worry—Moll’s got an excellent bullshit detector,” he told her. “Developed it with all the crap she went through as a teenager.”
“What?” Sarah asked before shaking her head. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. She deserves her privacy.” Especially after her compassionate gentleness toward Sarah, the sheer friendly warmth with which she’d welcomed Sarah into her home.
Abe’s eyebrows drew together, that silver piercing of his making her want to tug at it, play with it. He hadn’t had any piercings while they’d been together, just those tattoos she’d loved exploring with her fingertips and her lips while he lay lazily relaxed in bed.
Heat kissing her cheeks at the vivid memory that suddenly flashed into her mind, of his big body sprawled naked on white sheets, she glanced away just as he said, “Molly’s history was splashed all over the tabloids after that bottom-feeding creep taped her and Fox in their hotel bedroom. You didn’t see?”
Chopping up the ham, Sarah pressed her lips into a tight line at the idea of the awful violation. At least she hadn’t helped fuel the media frenzy. After the divorce, she’d given up even glancing at the tabloids in an effort to avoid any and all mentions of Schoolboy Choir. The only time she’d broken the self-protective rule was on the anniversary of Tessie’s death last year.
“I heard bits and pieces, but that was all.” It had been difficult to totally avoid the news since radio, TV, everyone had covered it. Though Sarah hadn’t known Molly then, she’d felt sick for the other woman and Fox, so much so that she’d shut down anyone who’d tried to talk to her about the video. As far as she was concerned, the screaming interest and attention only encouraged other disturbed individuals to emulate that kind of behavior.
Fame was fame to some, regardless if it equaled jail time.
“Yeah, well, the media dug up her past, so it’s not a secret,” Abe said. “I don’t think Molly would mind if I told you—especially since I think she’s a badass for being who she is despite it all.” He gave her a quick précis of the other woman’s past.
“She’s tougher than she looks,” Sarah said afterward, deeply impressed by what Molly had survived as a teenager, and by how she’d held on to her core of kindness rather than giving in to bitterness and anger.
Flipping out the first omelet, Abe poured in the second one. Sarah dropped the chopped up ham into it before it could set. “You need more than eggs,” she said when he raised an eyebrow. “There’s lots of ham, and I’ll cut some cheese, too, for sandwiches.” Abe was a big guy and it was all muscle.
When they’d made love, she’d felt deliciously overwhelmed.
Face flushing at her second inappropriate thought of the evening, she moved away from the stove and prepared the sandwich fixings. She had everything on the table by the time Abe flipped out the second omelet. She hadn’t thought she’d be hungry today, the grief having hit her brutally hard this month for no reason but that some months—some days—were just tougher than others. However, one bite of the omelet and her stomach made itself felt. “No shell,” she said to him with a smile.
His grin devastated her all over again, reminding her of who they’d once been together, those precious times untouched by drugs or alcohol or Abe’s inner rage. It still hurt inside to know it had all been a mirage, a romantic fantasy she’d spun in her mind in her desperate hunger to be loved, to be wanted.
“Here.” She put together a sandwich for him after finishing her omelet. He’d already demolished his own as well as another sandwich. “Wait, I have that mustard you always liked.” Getting up, she dug around in the pantry until she found it. “That should keep you going for a couple of hours at least.”
“You think you’re joking, but I’ll probably be hungry again by ten.” He shrugged. “I get one of those services to bring me meals that I