Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Hudson turned around, and Fisher caught sight of him and froze. “Crap. Sorry, man.”
“It’s fine. Come on in.”
Fisher looked over at me and I nodded, so he walked into the kitchen.
Hudson extended his hand. “Hudson Rothschild. I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”
Fisher shook. “I guess the wedding doesn’t count. Fisher Underwood.”
Hudson pointed to the table with the spatula. “Have a seat. Stella already filled me in that feeding you is part of the package deal I get with her.”
Fisher smiled. He swiped a handful of blueberries from the open container next to the stove and popped a few in his mouth. “You have my blessing to marry him.”
Hudson and I both laughed.
He made Fisher a plate of pancakes with a side of fruit, but not the fancy smiling sun he’d made me. Surprisingly, breakfast wasn’t awkward once the three of us were at the table.
Fisher shoved almost a half a pancake into his mouth. “So, what are you guys up to this weekend?”
“Hudson has his daughter. I have a few errands to run, but other than that, I’m open. You going to be around?”
“I was thinking about hitting the flea market,” Fisher said. “It’s my paralegal’s birthday next week, and she loved the handmade ceramic mugs you picked out for her last year, so I figured I’d go back and see what else they have.”
“Oh, awesome. Maybe I’ll come.”
Hudson’s forehead creased. “I thought we were taking Charlie to the park. You said something about an ancient playground.”
I thought back to the conversation we’d had earlier. “You said you were thinking of taking Charlie to Central Park, and I asked if you’d ever taken her to the Ancient Playground. I didn’t realize you wanted me to come, too.”
“I guess I just assumed you would…”
“Alright, well, I’d love to spend time with you and Charlie—if you don’t think it’s too soon.”
Hudson shook his head. “I don’t think she’s ready to see you in my bed yet, but she needs to start spending time with us to lead up to that, right?”
Wow. It gave me a fuzzy feeling in my belly to know I wasn’t alone in seeing a future for us. Reaching over, I squeezed his hand.
“That sounds great.”
“I’ll tell you what, I have to stop home before going to pick her up at two. Why don’t you guys go to the flea market, and we can meet up at the park after?”
I looked over at Fisher, and he shrugged. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
After we finished eating, Fisher left, and Hudson took a quick shower before putting the clothes he’d worn to work yesterday back on. I watched from the bedroom door as he tugged on one of his socks. He must have sensed me there because he spoke before even looking up.
“Think we could keep a few things at each other’s places? So maybe I won’t have to wear day-old socks and a suit for my Saturday morning walk of shame back home?”
I smiled, and a warm feeling ran through me. “I’d like that a lot.”
A few minutes later, Hudson kissed me goodbye.
“Do you have any dinner plans for tonight with Charlie?” I asked.
“We usually just order in if we’re out during the day.”
“Do you think it would be too much if I made you guys dinner? I can pick up what I need on my way over.”
“I’d love that. But I can pick up whatever you need. Just text me a list.”
“Nope. I want it to be a surprise.”
Hudson smiled and kissed my forehead. “Can’t wait.”
***
“So you and Hudson seem pretty tight.”
Fisher and I strolled the aisles at the flea market side by side.
I sighed. “He’s incredible.”
He wiggled his brows. “I know. I got an eyeful of that chest at breakfast this morning.”
I laughed. “That’s not what I meant. But yeah, his body is pretty amazing, too.”
“I’m probably not supposed to tell you this, but he didn’t say not to, and you know I can’t keep a secret, especially not from you…”
“What?”
“He knocked on my apartment door on his way out today.”
“What for?”
“He asked if I was going to be home tomorrow morning. Apparently, he’s going to try to have something delivered for you.”
“Did he say what?”
Fisher shook his head. “No, but I gave him my number so he can text me. I hope I don’t accidentally hit him up after a few drinks. His number is right above Hughes.”
“The guy you hook up with sometimes?”
“Yeah, and we don’t make small talk. I think last time I had a few drinks, I texted him Wanna fuck, and he responded with his location.”
I laughed. “Okay, well, hopefully you won’t do that. But you have no idea what he wants to have delivered?”
“Nope. Hopefully it’s foam.”
“Foam?”
Fisher nodded. “To put behind your headboard. I heard you guys going at it last night.”