Coming back to Camp Firefly Falls had been a mistake. But Hudson’s mom had been so hopeful when they’d presented the trip to him—a surprise for the birthday he’d rather not have acknowledged. Some peace and quiet and fun was just what he needed. Right.
Sadly, only one person could give him what he needed, and right now the fucker wasn’t cooperating. Goddamned coma.
Hudson’s cabinmate had somehow managed to convince him to show up at the mixer without earning a fist in the face. Charlie had the kind of unwavering good cheer that Hudson didn’t know how to fight against, at least not without feeling like he’d kicked a puppy. So, he’d come and immediately wished he were anywhere else. At least there was beer. He’d lasted two songs before he couldn’t take any more of the shiny, happy people o
