Molly got pregnant young, and during her twenty years as a single mom, she raised her son and his best friend to be responsible, respectable men.
But when her son is away for the weekend, Paul spends the night and shows Molly just how grown up he really is.
When her surrogate son makes a move, will she shut him down or give in to his advances?
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AN EXCERPT FROM "HER SON'S BEST FRIEND"
When she washed the dishes, he put the cartons away and stood beside her to dry like he’d done since he was eleven. As he polished the last plate, Molly turned to dry off her hands and slipped in the small puddle, ready to land on her ass, but she didn’t.
A strong arm cinched her waist, keeping her upright and pressed into the wide expanse of a chest she hadn’t known was so large or toned, but it spread under her hands as she grabbed onto his shoulders.
They were so close that she couldn’t help but smell the grease on his skin from working on his car that afternoon or the aftershave he’d used to cover it up. Paul held onto her so effortlessly, and his body radiated such heat, Molly felt stuck in place.
Paul audibly slowed his breathing between them, and his warmth filtered into her.
Stubble darkened his jaw and chin, making it rougher than she remembered his skin being.
He reached one hand up to unclasp her hair from the clip that’d let loose half of her hair, and his thumb brushed along the underside of her jaw and neck. Her hair tumbled down her back before he released Molly and handed the clip back to her.
It put space between them, and they both took a deep breath.
Paul cleared his throat. “You’ve had a long day. You should go enjoy a bath and a book.”
Molly laughed, re-securing her hair. “That sounds perfect.”
They lingered near each other for a moment.
“You know Tyler is gone for the weekend, right?” she asked.
He nodded but seemed reluctant.
“It’s Dad’s day off, and he already started drinking before I left this afternoon for classes.”
Molly’s hand found his arm again, noticing how big that was, too. “You can stay in Tyler’s room if you want. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. We’ll both clean up, and we can put on a movie afterward, okay?”
Relief smoothed out the tension in his brows and shoulders. He nodded. “Thanks.”
Fleeing to get the few minutes alone she was allowed for the day, the bubble bath was nice, and her muscles were sore and tired.
Her center ached, too, from the fresh feeling of Paul’s arms around her and how he pressed her to his chest. The way his touch made the skin along her neck and scalp tingle.
Molly shook it off. She was reading into things because she’d had a long day. She was exhausted.
An audiobook delighted her as she sank into it, and she did finally relax before the water turned cold.
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