Free Learning to Forgive by Sam Crescent Page B

her eyes as the tears continued to fall. This was one of the best things
she’d heard all day. The last she heard of the cottage was it had been
condemned, and that had been years ago. How long ago she couldn’t remember.
    “I
was thinking we could go there,” he said.
    “What?”
    “I
don’t want our marriage to end, Molly. This could be our new start away from
this.” David gestured around the room. “This would be our house with no tainted
memories. Only us, together.”
    She
stared at the cottage. “You want to go together?”
    “Yes.
I love you. I know you don’t believe me, but I do. More than you can ever
imagine. Please, give me a chance to prove it to you.”
    Molly
stared at the photo of the cottage. Even after all this time she knew she was
still in love with him. She wanted to give them a chance, and maybe without
Isabella’s memory they could have a real chance to be together.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    “So
you’re going away? For how long?” Chris asked.
    “I
don’t know, son. I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life there,” David said,
watching Molly pull the suitcases into the hall. He stood in the study talking
with his matchmaking son. “How are things with Erica?”
    “Fine. Her sister is living in her old
apartment. She had a rough life, but Trent is helping her. They seem to be
hitting it off. Trent and Elizabeth.”
    “Good.
I’ve never seen that boy with a woman. I hope it works out for everyone,” David
said. He was nervous. This was the first time he’d be completely alone with his
wife. How did he prove to her he loved her? Saying the words was a damn lot
easier than actually doing it.
    “Are
you nervous?” Chris asked.
    “How
do you know?”
    “Dad,
just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I haven’t been in love. Think
about it. You know Molly. You’ve been married for twenty-five years. You loved
her before now, and you know her. Don’t over-think everything.”
    “I
can’t believe I’m taking advice from a boy I use to change nappies on.”
    “Bad image, Dad. Bad image. Besides, I’m the one with the experience. Learn
from the pro.”
    David
mumbled over the line. He couldn’t believe he was taking advice from his son.
It was weird, and he didn’t like it. He was an old man for crying out loud. Surely
he’d be able to win Molly on his own.
    “Who’s
driving you?”
    “Blaze
sent someone over.”
    “Good,
the last thing we need is for you to have a heart attack because of road rage.”
    Molly
stood in the doorway, smiling at him.
    “I’ve
got to go now, son. Molly is waiting, and if I don’t get a move on she’ll start
glaring.”
    “Good
luck, Dad. Oh and don’t forget protection. I always wanted to say that to you,”
Chris said, chuckling.
    David
felt his cheeks go bright red. He tried to reply, but his son had already hung
up.
    “I
take it from that look Chris has been cheeky.” She walked into the room, moving
toward him. David admired the sway of her hips. Age had done nothing to her
natural sensuality. She always looked good.
    Molly
fiddled with the collar of his shirt.
    “Yes,
the boy has always been cheeky,” he said.
    “He
takes after his father. Besides, you shouldn’t be taking tips off anyone,
David. You are the original Sinclair.” She winked at him then kissed his cheek.
    He
laughed, loving her saucy behaviour.
    “We
better get going. I want to have a great deal of time looking around the
cottage.
    “Good.”
He leaned down, brushing her lips across hers. David felt her shiver. He
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
    She
gasped, her eyes dilating.
    “Even
after all this time, I’ve still got it,” he said.
    Molly
went onto her toes to whisper in his ear. “You never lost it.”
    Before
he could ask her anything else, she pulled away, taking him with her. She led
him out of the house. While she climbed into the back of the car, he took one
last look at the house.
    For
the first time he didn’t