Bidding Wars (Love Strikes) - By Lacey Wolfe Page 0,4

lease is up soon, and I’ve already told the landlord I won’t be renewing. Someone needs to hurry up and figure something out. In the event I don’t get it, you and I need to get back out there.”

“I understand. I promise, as soon as I hear something you’ll be the first to know. I’ve done all I can do on my end.”

“I guess, but this is just getting ridiculous.” She was beyond irritated and couldn’t stand having her entire life up in the air.

“It’s Friday. Try going out tonight and having a little fun. Forget about all of this.”

“Easy for you to say.” Molly rolled her eyes.

“I’ll be in touch soon.”

“All right. Thanks, Diane. Bye.” She didn’t feel any better than before she’d called.

She sat in the car a moment and stared at her small condo. As the time passed, she had a bad feeling she wasn’t getting the house. Sure, she’d offered forty thousand over asking—a damn good offer—but that didn’t mean Officer Logan didn’t offer forty-one thousand over. It was a possibility.

As she brought the groceries inside, she decided to give Sandy a call. If she didn’t talk to a friend right now, she was going to go insane. The last thing she wanted was to have another Friday night pity party. Unfortunately, that handsome sheriff had been right: if she didn’t change her attitude, then things never would start to look up.

“Hello,” Sandy said after the first ring.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“What’s up? Any news yet?”

She placed the milk carton and eggs in the fridge. “I wish. I’m going crazy waiting. And the longer I wait, the more devastating it’s going to be if I don’t get the house.”

“I don’t see how you wouldn’t. You really think someone offered more than you?”

“It’s always possible.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Putting away groceries. The highlight of my life.” She closed the fridge.

Sandy laughed. “I’m picking you up and we’re going to hit the town. My treat.”

Molly glanced at the clock. It was a little after six. A bit early to hit the liquor, but it was Friday and had been a hell of a week. A night of fun was probably just what she needed. And if Sandy was driving, that meant if she drank a little too much, she wouldn’t have to call a cab.

An hour later, they were pulling up to a bar known for dancing and karaoke. There was nothing better than seeing drunk people attempt to sing. Hopefully, because it was early, not many people would be singing yet. She’d like to have a drink in her before someone murdered a song.

Inside the dimly lit bar, a chalkboard announced that tonight’s specials were wings and that it was ladies’ night. When was it ever not ladies’ night? But hey, that meant their drinks were half price, so who was she to complain?

Sandy guided her to the bar, where they sat down on two high stools.

“I think we should eat something first,” Molly suggested.

“You’re right. Otherwise by eight thirty, we’ll be the drunks singing.”

Molly laughed. “Yes, let’s make a fool of ourselves after everyone else does. Or everyone here is toasted.”

They decided to order a platter of wings and fries. Sandy insisted Molly go ahead and get a drink to let some of her stress melt away. And who was Molly to argue?

As they waited on the food, Sandy—also a nurse at the hospital—told her about her day. Sandy always got the mothers from hell. The ones who were certain their kids had some disease and who could never be satisfied that their kids had a curable cold and would be fine with a little rest.

It didn’t take long for the food to arrive. The busty blonde bartender laid down the platter and asked if they needed anything else. Sandy ordered a Coke with a shot of whiskey in it.

“Don’t forget you’re the designated driver tonight.” Molly took a sip from her fruity drink.

“And you better get plastered for us both!”

Molly laughed and bit into her fry as she looked around the bar. The place was beginning to fill up. They’d only had one man so far approach them to dance, and Sandy, being the in-charge type, kindly let him know they were having a girls’ night and that if and when they wanted to dance, he’d be the first one they found. After all, he was extremely attractive, but neither of them were ready to be touching bodies with a man.

Molly glanced at the stage and