19
COLTON
Even though Hudson had been an a*s to me on Wednesday night, I strangely didn’t have a scowl etched in stone on my face the next day. No one asked what bug had crawled up my a*s and died. Blake didn’t call me into the office to help me get my head straightened out before I snapped on a co-worker.
Friday went much the same, but my brain got to working over Madeline’s missing purse and if that asshole Peter had ever ended up taking it to their home. I trusted Hudson to watch over her, expected the poor woman probably wouldn’t be going out anywhere on her own for a while.
He’d claimed their lives weren’t my business, but I stuck by my argument. Regardless of his wanting me to stay away, he couldn’t keep my heart from being invested.
And it was. Thoroughly.
I dreamed about them
