Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
My forehead creases. “My medals?”
She nods and moves closer to me. “Yes, your medals, and don’t lie and say you don’t have any. I may have only worked at Blaze a short time, but I’ve heard all about you. I know you received the Medal of Honor, the Bronze Star, and the Silver Star. You should be very proud, Hudson.”
I nod, but I can’t force myself to smile. I walk to the door, and her shoulders drop as she leads me across the living room, stopping at the bedroom door. “For your bedroom, I’m thinking a big bed. You’re a big man, and you need a big bed. I like a lot of pillows. Do you?”
I shrug because the truth is I’ve mostly used my pack as a pillow for the longest time. But her talking about bed and pillow preferences has my thoughts going south. “Sure, whatever you think.”
She tilts her head to the side and walks to the center of the living room. “I’ll start with the bedroom, and if you want to let me go afterward, there won’t be any hard feelings.”
“I won’t be letting you go, Ellie.”
She stumbles but catches herself on the back of the chair. She’s obviously unsettled by my claim. Maybe she knows I’m not just talking about her designing my house. The truth is, we may have just met, but already I know I’m not going to let her go. She’s going to be mine.
Chapter 10
Elle
“What color scheme do you want for your bedroom?”
He seems to think about it and then shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
I tilt my head and search his face. “You really don’t care, do you?”
He’s sitting on the stool with his hands on his knees. He insisted I take the lone chair in the living room. “No, I really don’t. I’m sure I’ll like whatever you do to it.”
I nod. “Okay, I have some ideas. Do you have a laptop?”
He jumps off the stool and goes into the bedroom. He’s only gone a second, and when he comes back, he’s holding it out to me. “Password is Blaze1234.”
I hold my phone up. “Okay. If it’s okay with you, I’m going to take some pictures of the bedroom.”
He nods. “Sure. While you’re doing this, I’m going to order us some food. What are you in the mood for?”
“Oh, I’m not picky. Whatever you order, just get two.”
He nods approvingly. “Sounds good.”
I disappear into the bedroom and take pictures from different angles. When I’m happy with what I have, I go back into the living room and take a seat, opening the laptop. I type in Hudson’s password and open the Internet browser. I search for a well-known decorating app and download it.
While I work, I’m not sure how much time goes by. Hudson is in and out of the room, but I’m so engrossed with what I’m doing, I don’t look up. In my mind, I know what I think would look great in his bedroom, and thanks to technology, I can show him before I order everything.
I’m moving the bed and dresser around in the room on the app when Hudson clears his throat. “I know you’re hard at it, but the food’s going to get cold.”
I lift my head and am surprised to see that Hudson has set out food on the island in the kitchen. “Okay, I’m coming.”
I quickly make the changes in the app and then carry the laptop with me to the table.
Hudson has set up everything, and even though I’m excited to show him what I’ve done, I know I should let him eat first.
“What is all this?” I ask him, pointing at the feast in front of us.
He gestures to the plate in front of me. “Steak and chicken, baked potato, green beans, and for dessert…” He reaches across the island and unwraps a large Styrofoam container. “Blaze apple cinnamon cake.”
“You got delivery from Red’s Diner?”
He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “Yeah.”
I pick up my fork. “They don’t deliver.”
He smiles and places one of the pieces of cake closer to me. “They did tonight.”
I point at the food in front of me. “I should have probably asked you what you were getting. Or at least assumed you would probably eat twice as much as me. You’re a big man.”
He doesn’t take offense. If anything, his chest puffs out a little more. “Eat what you want. I wasn’t sure if you like chicken or steak, so I got you both.”
I pick up my knife. “I love them both, but it’s been a while since I’ve had steak, so I’m going to really enjoy it.”
We both eat our food, and a comfortable silence settles over us. “So how’s it going with everything? I was in and out, and you seemed into it. You were smiling at the computer while you were working.”