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others, Elliott grimaced. He shared his father’s dark hair and blue eyes. The same height and build. In pictures of his father at the same age, the resemblance was eerie. But he wasn’t his father in any other way than the physical, no matter what Molly might say. He refused to be.
    She gave him a sudden bright and penetrating stare. “What’s going on with you? Something is. I see it all over your face.”
    “Nothing.” But, like the kid who’d been caught sneaking cigarettes from her purse, Elliott knew his face was giving him away.
    Molly sat back against her pillows, shaking her head. Her hand slipped from his. “Nope. No. Something’s put a frown on your face.”
    “That’s just my face. It always looks that way.”
    She shook a finger at him. “Sourpuss. It will freeze looking like that, and then what’ll you do?”
    “Would be an improvement,” Elliott said with a grin.
    She laughed. “Very funny. I guess nobody could ever say you’re vain or arrogant.”
    Plenty of people had said just that and worse. Elliott had no illusions about the sort of man he was seen to be. Or the man he was, for that matter.
    “What’s her name?”
    “Huh?”
    “It’s a girl, I guess. It usually is when you get that look. Like you’re tasting something sour but you can’t stop yourself from going back for a second bite.” Molly gave him a satisfied look. “You think I don’t know?”
    There’d been many, many days when she didn’t know anything, but today she was spot on. It was such a difference, such a relief, that it didn’t even matter that she was right. He’d been thinking about Simone for the past four days, since she’d brought him scones and a challenge. He couldn’t stop.
    “Who is it? That cute little blonde? No.” She snapped her fingers. “The redhead. Yes? The one who liked to write poems.”
    He wasn’t sure if Simone had ever written a poem, but he bet if she did, it wouldn’t be the sort that rhymed. He laughed, even though the women Molly was describing hadn’t been in his life since college. That had been right around the time he’d stopped bringing them around. Right around the time everything bad had started.
    “No. No. No.” Molly shook her head, her gaze going a little unfocused. “I bet she’s a brunette this time. A dancer?”
    Elliott laughed uncomfortably at how close she was to the truth. She’d always had that way about her. Molly had said it was because she’d been born with a caul, that it gave her a sixth sense. Not psychic, she’d always said. Just intuitive. But there’d been times when he’d have said she could read his mind, usually the things he didn’t want anyone to know.
    “You know you’re the only woman in my life.”
    “For more than a minute,” Molly said with a laugh that sounded so much like her old self it made Elliott want to punch something. “But you can’t tell me there isn’t someone. I can see it in your eyes. You’re far away today.”
    “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be.”
    “Oh, shhh, Elliott. You don’t have to apologize to me. You know that.” Her eyes fluttered and she drew a slow, hitching breath. “Just tell me what the trouble is. Don’t fight me on it. You know I’ll work it out of you eventually.”
    Eventually, she’d forget all about it. Within the hour, probably, even though this was a good day. He shrugged.
    “There’s nothing to tell.” He paused.
    Molly looked at him.
    “Her name is Simone,” Elliott said. “She works in my building.”
    “Doing what?”
    This stopped him. “I … don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
    “But you met at work?”
    “On the elevator.”
    “And you made her laugh with some witty remark, yes? Just like your father.” Molly’s head fell back against the pillows as she closed her eyes, words slurring a little.
    No. Not like his father. “I should let you nap.”
    “I’ll have all the time in the world to sleep when I’m dead.”
    “Molly,” Elliott said sharply.