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She nods her head, her brain spinning.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She shrugs. “Just thinking. We were lucky someone helped us out. Makes me think I want to do the same thing.”
“There you two are,” Devin says, walking up to us. Fucking great. No food poisoning for him. “I thought you were going to slip out before I could say goodbye.”
That was the intent.
“Such a fun night. I’m so glad I could join in.” That makes one of us. “Hopefully I’ll see you in dance class.”
“Yes, that would be great,” Sloane says, being polite.
“Aw, here’s my ride.” He points to a car pulling up. “I’ll catch you guys later.” He holds his hand out to me, and I reluctantly shake it. “Hudson, great seeing you.”
“Yup, have a good night.” It’s the best I can do. This man has been on my last fucking nerve all night.
The staring.
The ogling.
The memories he tried to share with Sloane.
It’s as if he had zero grasp of the concept that when someone is married, you back the fuck off. At one point, I caught him wetting his lips as he stared at Sloane’s cleavage. Seriously, he’s lucky I didn’t take my knife and stab him in the eye.
He turns to Sloane and slides his hand up her arm before gripping her shoulder. “Sloane, it’s been so long. I’m so glad I got to spend the evening with you.”Move it the fuck along, man.
“Yes, it was a lot of fun catching up.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Then to my goddamn horror, he leans in, cups her cheek, and then presses a kiss to the other one.
When he leans back, he winks, fucking winks, then takes off.
That motherfucker.
He’s dead.
He’s so fucking dead.
Chapter Seventeen
SLOANE
I don’t know how to read Hudson right now. He seems charged, irritated, ready to possibly rip one particular person’s head off…ahem.
Dinner was awkward and uncomfortable, no thanks to Devin.
The food was amazing, the wine even better.
The conversation was…intriguing. It got me thinking about things. About what Stacey and I could possibly do with our house. Almost gave me a vision of what I should do with my life. Still working it out in my muddled brain, but there’s something there.
I would say, overall, I did a good job presenting myself and representing Hudson. Although Hudson is fuming, and I can’t be sure if it’s because of the accidental sex talk I brought to the table or if it’s because of Devin. Either way, the moment we stepped into the hotel, he went straight to the closet and started undressing without saying a word.
It’s late, we’re both jet-lagged, and I can only imagine him wanting to wash away this dinner. So I slip into the closet as well just as he sets his clothes on the hanger for dry cleaning.
“Can you unzip me?” I ask, pulling my hair to the side.
He doesn’t say anything, just walks up behind me, places his hand on my hip, and slowly tugs the zipper down until the fabric is loose on my shoulders.
