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Hudson’s eyes widened in mock horror. “In that? God knows what’s crawled through it.”
I laughed, giving his arm a squeeze. “Guess you’re not up for a dare after all.”
“Oh, I’m up for it,” he murmured, his gaze smoldering. “But let’s just say… I have my standards.”
He leaned in to kiss me, his lips brushing mine just as a loud bang sounded from downstairs. We froze.
“Who’s here?” Hudson whispered, his voice tense.
My heart raced. “I… I don’t know. We can’t be seen.”
We darted into Evan’s closet, pressing ourselves against the wall. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, followed by a woman’s giggle.
“Bert, are you massaging me or something else?” a familiar voice teased. It was Mrs. Braddock.
My eyes widened as I listened, covering my mouth to keep from gasping.
“What does your husband think of me showing up on the cameras?” the man asked.
“He thinks you’re my massage therapist,” Mrs. Braddock replied with a laugh. “Evan won’t be home for hours.”
They disappeared into another room, their voices muffled.
Hudson met my gaze, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. I shook my head, the image of Evan’s seemingly perfect family now shattered in my mind.
“Forget the camp stuff. We have to get out of here,” I whispered.
CHAPTER 21
Hudson
Iintertwined my legs with Presley’s, her warmth radiating through the soft blanket we’d pulled over us after peeling off our wet clothes. Outside, the rain pattered softly, but in her room, everything felt close and quiet. The movie on her laptop cast a dim glow across the bed as she curled closer, pressing a soft kiss to my chin.
“I can’t believe I know that about Evan’s mom,” I murmured, still a little stunned.
Presley let out a low laugh, nestling deeper into my shoulder. “I should’ve known. Evan’s always acted like his family is so perfect. His dad’s probably doing the same thing—he’s away on business trips more than half the time.”
Her fingers traced absent patterns along my arm, her voice turning thoughtful. “Now that I think about it, they’re hardly ever in the same place. She’s always at some charity event, andhe’s golfing every other weekend. All those dinners together... guess they’re just for show.”
I glanced over at her, raising a brow. “What would you have done if we’d been caught?”
Presley huffed, brushing a hand through her hair. “Honestly? I don’t want to think about it. Mrs. Braddock would have made my life hell, but... well, now we know her secret.”
I smirked, catching her eye. “Guess she wouldn’t be so quick to throw us under the bus then, would she?”
She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Nope. Leverage goes both ways.”
I leaned over, checking the time on her bedside clock. “Do you think our clothes are dry?”
Presley wrinkled her nose, glancing at me with a playful pout. “You’re leaving already?”
I looked at her, feigning innocence. “It’s almost two—Neil’s gonna be home soon, right?”
She smiled, a flash of mischief back in her eyes. “He’s got practice. Besides, there’s something I need from you before you go.”
I raised a brow, grinning as I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Oh? Does this involve touching?”
She let out a low laugh, her breath warm against my cheek. “You know it does.”
