"I'm not sure I trust them," Molly said, her brow furrowing.
Greg was a bit less suspicious – a "bit" being the operative word.
Knowing John was involved just happened to be that "bit" that kept him from nixing the entire plan.
It wasn't that he didn't trust their friends, it was just that he knew them a bit too well.
A "bit" being, again, the operative word.
"They only mean well, Love," Greg finally replied, as he settled on the couch, drawing Molly into his casual embrace. "Whatever it is, it's only ONE anniversary. If it goes a bit pear-shaped we've still next year to make up for it. Anyway do we REALLY need THAT actual day to be so special?" he pointed out, softly, as he rested his chin on her shoulder from behind her.
"Darling you know what they say about the road to hell…" Molly pleaded quietly, as she leaned into Greg's embrace.
"It's paved with good intentions. I know. But those two gits couldn't do us harm if they wanted to. Let's just roll with whatever they've got planned and sod it to the rest. They want to do this… whatever it is they want to do."
"I'm going against common sense and better judgement," Molly finally said. "Oh Gregory Francis, you and your "just a bit's!"