Molly's Mr. Wrong. Jeannie Watt

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СКАЧАТЬ with a direction quickly off the top of his head, but that didn’t prove anything. Pronunciation? Well, if he didn’t know a word, he didn’t say it. Slow reader? Not really...hmm...maybe...

      He gave a small snort.

      Define slow.

      After finishing the quiz, he took another. By the time he finished the third, he had to admit that some of the symptoms seemed familiar.

      Finn leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head as he studied the screen with his score. Maybe he was talking himself into having the symptoms.

      Or maybe he needed to face the fact that he might actually be dyslexic.

      But what were the chances of Molly picking up on it, while none of his English teachers had?

      Probably pretty good if he was being passed along, as Molly had suggested. He’d had no aspirations for college. He’d made that clear to anyone who listened, so why not give him those inflated grades when the school’s reputation in sports needed to be upheld?

      Finn didn’t like that possibility. He’d been happy with his Cs in English that he’d barely worked for, but had never questioned whether or not they had been a gift. Back then his biggest concern had been the next sporting event, the next party, the next anything-that-didn’t-have-to-do-with-school. He’d done his schoolwork, because his parents would have had his hide if he hadn’t, but he never considered the fact that maybe not everyone had the difficulty he had with some classes. School was supposed to be hard—and it was.

      But maybe it shouldn’t have been as difficult as it’d been for him.

      Finn got to his feet and paced through the house, then went back to the computer and started typing into the search engine box.

      Professional dyslexia diagnosis...

      Strategies to overcome dyslexia symptoms...

      Famous people with dyslexia...

      Athletes with dyslexia...

      Smart people with dyslexia...

      Finally, almost an hour later, he turned his computer off and headed for the kitchen, where he poured a glass of water and then took a couple aspirin for the headache that had started beating against his temples.

      If he was dyslexic, then he had to deal with it, and from what he’d gleaned, a formal diagnosis wasn’t going to get him anywhere, because there was no cure or medication or anything. Just strategies to overcome symptoms.

      Well, his first strategy was going to be to go to bed and deal with this tomorrow. Or the next day. He’d lived his life just fine until now, never dreamed anything was holding him back. He’d continue to live it just fine. He just might have to come up with a different career goal.

      Or, hell, he might just tighten tarps and schlep grain and find satisfaction in other areas of his life.

      But even as the thoughts passed through his head, he knew he wasn’t going to do that. He was going to come up with a way to deal with this and continue toward his goal.

      * * *

      MIKE TURNED AWAY from the rain-splattered window and shook his head gravely. “I’ll bet you anything that plumber never showed. You know how Neil O’Malley is.”

      Actually, Finn had no idea how Neil O’Malley was, but obviously Mike did, since he’d paced to the front of the store about eight times to stare out into the driving rain and wonder aloud if his neighbors were dealing with a flood.

      “Not our problem.”

      Mike’s eyebrows shot up. “Those girls are my neighbors.”

      “They have neighbors on the other side.”

      “What is it with you and them?”

      “Molly wanted to handle this on her own. If she didn’t, then I’m pretty sure she would have called.”

      Mike gave his head another shake, then started for his office. Finn had a bad feeling about the gleam of grim determination he’d seen in his grandfather’s eye, so he followed. By the time he got to the office, Mike was already dialing the phone.

      “Hi. Georgina? It’s Mike... I’m fine.” He cleared his throat. “How are you two faring in this rain?” He listened for a moment, his expression becoming more concerned by the second, then he turned toward Finn with an I-told-you-so look.

      Hey, Finn felt like saying, I’m not the bad guy here. It wasn’t as if he’d kept Molly and her sister from phoning for help. As he’d told Mike, Molly had made it quite clear the first time Mike offered assistance that she didn’t want it.

      “No plumber, and he won’t answer his phone.” Mike shot another look at Finn. “How bad is it? Uh-huh... Well, we can’t have that. Ask your sister if she’s good with someone coming over to help.” Mike laughed then. “Command decision, you say? Well, don’t worry. We’re on our way.”

      We? Our?

      Mike hung up the phone, then jerked his head toward the door. “You best get Chase and the snake and head on over.”

      “What?”

      “My bursitis is acting up with the weather.”

      Finn simply stared at his grandfather. “I don’t want to just show up if Molly doesn’t know I’m coming.” Not after the parking lot encounter.

      “She’ll get over it.”

      Finn knew from experience that when Mike was in one of these stern parental moods, he may as well do as he was told. It didn’t matter if he was thirteen or thirty. “If she kicks me out, you owe me a beer.”

      “If she kicks you out instead of thanking you for saving her garage from flooding...well, then I’ve read her all wrong.”

      Finn thought that was extremely possible as he shrugged into his raincoat, then dashed out the side door and through the deluge. Lola had called Chase on the intercom and he was in the process of loading the drain snake.

      “What’s going on?” he asked once they were both safely inside the vehicle.

      Finn wiped the rainwater off his face with one hand. “Rescue mission. I think you’re coming along so the lady of the house doesn’t do me harm.”

      “Why would she do that?” Chase asked in a mystified voice.

      “Just kidding.” He hoped. He wouldn’t know for certain until they got there.

      * * *

      THE RAIN CAME DOWN in buckets and the plumber was a no-show. Molly dialed his number for the ninth time after trying every other plumber number in the book. Nobody seemed to work on Saturday. Either that or they were all out dealing with other people’s emergencies.

      Molly tossed the phone onto the sofa and marched through the kitchen door into the garage and stood beside Georgina. Water was inching its way across the garage toward the kitchen and they pretty much had to act. СКАЧАТЬ