Page 47 of Tequila Haze


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“I meant on your sandwich, perv.” Before I even think about what I’m doing, a piece of bread goes flying in the air toward him.

“Did you just throw bread at me?” He laughs when the dough lands on the bar a couple feet from him.

“Damn it!” I cry with laughter. “Epic fail.”

“Good thing you’re cute.” He snickers, reaching over to snag the bread off the breakfast bar before dropping it on the other side of the counter where I’m standing. “So, you gonna tell me who that guy was?” He re-approaches the subject casually, leaning forward on his elbows.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” I slide the knife through his sandwich, cutting it in half before dropping the paper plate in front of him, then doing the same to my own.

“Not a chance.” He lifts his sandwich and takes a big bite, moaning around it. “Sorry, I was fucking starving,” he says once he swallows.

“Guess I was a little excited to see you,” I say in a way of apology.

“Does it seem like I’m objecting?” He cocks his head and takes another large bite.

“You want something to drink?” I turn, opening the refrigerator. “I’ve got milk, water, tea, or tequila?” I say, popping my head up just in time to see the smile that spreads across his face.

“Water’s good.” He chuckles before taking another bite.

“I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Dropping two bottles of water in front of him, I climb on the counter so that I can sit directly across from him, careful to make sure my robe doesn’t come undone as I do. Although I really don’t think he’d complain if it did.

“I couldn’t wait.” He smiles, completely unashamed. “Although maybe I should have?” he questions, quirking a brow at me. “You gonna tell me about what I walked in on or are you gonna dance around it all night?”

“I like dancing.” I crinkle my nose playfully before taking a bite of my sandwich.

Shaking his head, he continues to eat without pushing the subject further. We finish our sandwiches in a matter of minutes. After slipping on a tank and a pair of plaid pajama shorts, I find Hudson on the balcony looking out over the water.

“Hey.” I slide up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist before pressing my cheek to his back.

“Hey.” His hand slides across my arm seconds before he turns, breaking my hold on him.

“He’s my ex,” I blurt, my eyes staring at his chest rather than looking at his face. “It’s a long, complicated story.” I blow out a breath.

“He come here often?” He tips my chin, forcing my gaze upward.

“No. He’s only been here one other time since we broke up six months ago.”

“And the reason for him coming here in the middle of the night?”

“Apparently he decided he wants me back.” I kneed my lower lip between my teeth.

“And how do you feel about that?” His expression is completely relaxed but I swear I can see uncertainty in his eyes.

“Well, he cheated on me for nearly a year of our two year relationship and got the girl pregnant. Or so he thought he had. Only then did he come clean. What do you think?”

“I think your ex is certifiable.” He shakes his head, his thumb skirting along my bottom lip, replacing where my teeth had just been.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Explain ‘or so he thought’.” It takes me a moment to realize he’s referring to what I said about getting Jenny pregnant.

“That’s why he was here. She had the baby tonight and apparently he came out looking nothing like either of them. When he questioned her about it she admitted that it is her ex-boyfriend’s baby. Probably thought Gage was the better father candidate and didn’t factor in that the baby would be darker complected like her ex.”

“Wow.” He shakes his head, his fingers going into the wet messy bun piled on the top of my head. “This is cute by the way.” He tugs playfully on it.

“You’re easily distracted,” I point out.

“Only when it comes to you.” He takes in a deep breath, dropping his hand. “So he came here to tell you the baby wasn’t his?”

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