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crying, hysterical, beyond comprehension crying.
    “Molly. What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer me, as she heaved deep breaths. “Sweetness, you need to tell me what’s wrong.”
    “Lilly.” She gasped. “Lilly’s had a crash.”
    “Shit, where is she?”
    I can hear her muffled sobs, where her hand is clearly pressed over her mouth. “St Georges.” She manages to say.
    “And where are you?”
    “Home. George just called.” Her voice is so small and broken, my chest clenches hard. “You know I would never… but please…”
    “I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and left the club, ignoring everyone on my way out.
    I hopped into the Lambo, which was parked right outside the club, as always. I floored it to her flat in a symphony of blaring horns and tire squeal.
    When I saw Molly, I thought my knees might buckle. She opened the door, and threw herself into my arms. I’d never seen her look so broken. Her hair was a mess, her face streaked and blotchy from tears. Molly didn’t have the warrior front that Lilly had, but she had this quiet kind of strength to her. That strength was nowhere to be seen.
    “I asked if she was okay, and George wouldn’t answer me.” She sobbed.
    Shit. I needed to call Theo, but she needed me right then, and without George or Harry, or her usual vast network of people around her, I was all she had.
    I stroked her hair. “It will be fine Sweetness. We’ll go to the hospital. There’s no point in getting yourself worked up until you know the facts.”
    When we did finally get to the hospital, I wanted to walk back out. If I thought Molly was broken, my best friend was so much worse. I’m not good in those situations, never have been. Molly sat with him, and held his hand, but he was pretty much unresponsive. Lilly died five minutes after he brought her in. Pulled her from the wreck himself, and drove like a mad man to get her here. She was resuscitated, but her injuries were pretty bad. It was still touch and go.
    Judging by the state he was in, she’d lost a lot of blood. I told them I would go and get him clean clothes. There was nothing I could do here. Just as I reached the doors to A&E Molly called my name. I turned to her, and she threw her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms round her waist and squeezed her.
    “Thank you.” She whispered. “You’re a good friend.” She managed a small, very false smile and pulled away, making her way back to Theo.
    Friend. Other than Theo the word wasn’t one I often used with people, but I would do anything for Molly, the same way as I would do anything for Theo. She was my friend, even if I didn’t deserve her.
    I spent the next few weeks picking Molly up and taking her to the hospital when she couldn’t use George’s car. Truthfully, I would have offered to buy her a car, but I enjoyed our banter far too much. I liked giving her a lift. I missed hanging out with her if I was honest with myself. We had great sex, no fucking amazing sex, but we also had fun. Shit, doesn’t that sound so pussy whipped. Lilly of course, pulled through, got engaged to Theo and everyone lived happily ever after.
     
    “Hey. Are you supposed to be walking that dog?” Molly interrupts my thoughts.
    “Uh, kind of.”
    She whistles at him. “Gary.” Fucker leaps up and throws himself at her feet. She squats down and pats his massive head.
    “Prick.” I mutter.
    She glances up at me, a wide smile on her face. I don’t know what it is about her that kicks me in the nuts so damn hard every time she smiles. Any time she’s near me, my cock turns into a fucking baseball bat. Hey, she may be my friend, but I’m only male. Just because one head knows she’s off limits, doesn’t mean the other does, especially when said head has had a taste already.
    The no touching rule is actually pretty easy to enforce seeing as Molly isn’t interested. Thank fuck for that, because I have shit all restraint when it comes to women, especially this