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“Geezus Christ, how many bags do you have?”
I tap my thumb repeatedly off my steering wheel and count, hearing Hudson throw his one bag in the trunk of my car and slam it shut before rounding it and getting his big ass into the passenger seat.
“What are your friends, trolls?” He then reaches underneath the seat and pushes it back, evening out his body and stretching out his long legs.
“Some of them,” I deadpan, looking over my shoulder as I back out of his driveway.
“Do you get to make wishes off them or some shit?”
My brows knit. “What?”
Hudson runs his hand underneath his nose and looks out the window, propping his elbow on the edge of the door. “Nothing.”
Awkward silence suddenly fills the space and I tap the steering wheel cover to do something other than listen to it.
“Well…” I get out into the street, throw my little car in drive, and begin the two-hour drive to the cabin my parents rented out. “I guess we should go over everything.”
“Like?”
“My family.”
“I’ll see them when I get there.”
This is…just going to be great.
Without anything to say or even having the strength to spend the next hundred and twenty minutes arguing with someone I have to work with, I turn on the radio to fill in some of the silence.
It doesn’t help, but it’s something.
Better than going over a million times in my head that I’m doing all of this and it’s not even going to look real. Hudson can’t stand the sight of me let alone appear that he finds me remotely attractive at all. I might want to steer clear of any semitrucks because the farther we get away, the bigger the chance he might throw himself out in front of one.
“What time are we leaving on Sunday?”
My God…
I should’ve listened to Mia. I should have brought my kid and filled in the awful tension of this ride with something else. Rory and I vibe like the real Gilmore Girls except my name is Lorelai, unfortunately. I could handle anything with that girl at my side and definitely not be bothered by the massive asshole in my passenger seat.
“You know,” I grind out, “if I knew you were going to be this big of a pain in the ass, I would’ve brought my ex.”
“Would’ve saved me the trouble.”
Yeah, but not me.
And I’m not referencing my baby daddy, Marshall, because he’s great, but the dude I dated after him, Joel.
The liar.
The con.
The absolute worst mistake I could’ve made next to this. Yet I would take Hudson’s broody assholery over Joel’s manipulation any day, and it should’ve been a red flag for me because my mother adored him.
“Yeah,” I say, unlocking the tightness in my jaw because the sheer thought of him pisses me off. “But it might have been a problem for my brother because he would’ve fucked his new girlfriend since he likes to do shit like that.”
Hudson steers his attention to me, but I don’t bother sparing him a glance.
Seriously, just fuck him.
