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Enjoy it while it lasts.

I swallowed and spun around, glancing left and right before hurrying into my vehicle. As soon as I was inside, I locked the doors. Oh, God. Hudson would have noticed the letter when he left, which meant whoever put it there did so after he was gone.

Was it the man from the restaurant? I tried to think of who I could have upset, but there was no one. Maybe it was someone who knew I worked for Danny. Someone who assumed I helped him with his con. Could it have been someone Danny ripped off from the settlement money? I’d been cleared by the police, but people still wouldn’t let things go. All because I worked for the jackass.

I spent fifteen minutes on the phone with Huntingsburg police, only for them to tell me they could do nothing. Since I didn’t live in their district anymore, they couldn’t help me. They told me to file a complaint with Jefferson County.

So, I went to the police station, only to be told there was nothing the police could do either. No suspect. No name. And if I were honest, I didn’t believe the police took me seriously.

“Ah, I’m sure it’s just someone trying to scare you,”an officer said.

Shouldn’t that be an issue, though?

When I asked what was going on over Danny’s case and disappearance, they still didn’t care. I didn’t know what I expected, but the police shrugging me off wasn’t it. At the least, I figured they’d go check out Hudson’s cabin.

They told me to keep them updated if anything changed.

One of the officers said, “If anything else happens, we’ll check it out.”

But I didn’t want anything else to happen. I wanted peace.

I was a few minutes late for my shift at Homestyle. A part of me feared that ominous letter, but another part was terrified of being a pain for Hudson. Everything was going great. I didn’t want to ruin anything. If the old man showed up again, I’d tell Hudson, but I hoped it didn’t come to that.

I refused to believe someone would terrorize me over something I didn’t do.

Once more, I felt completely overwhelmed with the idea of being a problem Hudson had to take care of.

I knew what a burden my brother and I were to Gran growing up. If she’d letChild Protective Servicestake us, she could have lived her life a lot more peacefully. I always wondered if she regretted keeping my brother and me, despite how much she loved us.

I thought of Hudson, and my heart filled with warmth.Don’t be Hudson’s burden now.I refused to be anyone’s problem anymore. I didn’t want his affection for me to turn to anything like regret.

FORTY-TWO

EUGENE

My arm jiggled, and the bed dipped.

“Baby?”

A hand rubbed my arm that time before giving it another shake.

“Baby, wake up.”

Awareness trickled over me as I registered Hudson’s voice. Turning away from him, I buried my face in a pillow.

He chuckled. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

“Not right now,” I murmured. Hudson’s bed smelled fantastic, just like him. Since I’d been sleeping in his room, I found it harder to get up in the mornings. Something about being in his space and breathing in his scent was satisfying. The fact that he wanted me there made me extra happy, too.

But I told him I would tell him if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. That morning was one of those times. My pussy was sore from all the screwing we’d been doing. He’d been insatiable after I told him I wanted more sex.

He squeezed one of my ass cheeks. “Not that. I know you’re sore. There’s something else I want to show you besides my dick, Red. And it’s not my cooking. I know how much you love that, too.”

I groaned and lifted my head. “You’re having a whole ass conversation with yourself this morning.”

He laughed as he rose off the bed, holding his hand out for me. My chest warmed at the sound.

I took his hand and walked behind him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

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