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I figured Hudson had been a smart little Boy Scout anticipating this mess and left before things got bad, so imagine my surprise when I saw a car that looked an awful lot like his pulled off to the side up ahead with hazards on. As I got closer I could barely make out the tall, dark-headed guy from behind, but the suit was a dead giveaway.
“Well I’ll be damned,” I murmured, carefully pulling off to the side behind the stopped car. I shifted into park and then watched as Hudson kicked the shit out of one of his tires.
I grinned, because an out-of-control Hudson Montgomery was not a sight I saw every day. I didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish, since kicking a tire had never fixed a car for me, but I wasn’t about to interrupt.
I watched him a little longer, enjoying the view, because the way his suit was plastered to his muscular body was downright sinful. Even though he was a shit, he was still hot shit. I’d just be keeping that bit to myself from now on.
Ah fuck. The wind and rain were trying to knock him to the ground, and since I didn’t want to have to risk getting out of my car to save his ass when he fell, I hit the horn.
Hudson glanced over his shoulder, and when he saw it was me, I could almost hear the curses that flew out of his mouth.
Really, was that the way to treat someone coming to your rescue? I guessed grinning and waving at him from the dry interior of my car could’ve set him off, but I couldn’t help that he’d gotten out of his.
Whyhad he gotten out of his?
Hudson stared at the ground, his hands low on his hips as if he were debating his options. The fact that he was even hesitating to get in told me just how ecstatic he was to see me. Maybe I should’ve just driven off and left him in my rearview.
Yeah, right. Not even the way we’d left things last time we saw each other could make me do that.
I rolled the window down enough to put my umbrella through, opened it, then rolled the window down farther so I could stick my head out. Then I honked quickly to get his attention and yelled, “Need a ride?”
“Not from you.”
“Hudson—” My umbrella lost its battle against the wind then, going inverted, splattering water on my face in the process.Are you fucking kidding…“Hudson, get your stubborn ass in my car before I decide to run you over instead.” With that, I rolled the window back up and looked around for something to wipe my face off with. Empty console. Empty glove box, bar the manual.Ugh.
I pulled my shirt up to dry my eyes, and by the time I looked out at Hudson, he’d moved back to his driver’s side. But then he surprised me by pulling out a weekender bag and throwing it over his shoulder, followed by a garment bag that he held up over his head in a futile attempt to block him from the rain. Not sure why he bothered at this point, since I was sure there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t soaked through.
The thought immediately sent my mind somewhere it shouldn’t, and I found myself shifting in my seat as he opened the back passenger door. He threw both bags in the floorboard—damn, even his suits—then slid into the front seat, slammed the door shut, and growled, “Don’t. Say. A. Word.”
Pure annoyance and anger rolled off him in waves, and for once, I couldn’t blame him.
I also couldn’t stop staring at the way water trickled from his hair down his strong—currently clenched—jaw and then dropped down his neck before disappearing under his collar. God, it was tempting to lean over the console and drag my lips all over him. Add that his white collared shirt was completely see-through and plastered to his chest? Jesus. The only thing that stopped me from ripping off his jacket for a better view was the scowl he shot me.
“I know what I look like, so you can wipe the smirk off your face.”
Huh. He thought I was enjoying this, just not in the way I had been thinking.
Well…good. I’d rather him think I was a hater than reject my making a move.
Anotherone.
If he hadn’t been in the car I would’ve face-palmed so hard, but we needed to get back on the road. I cleared my throat and threw the car into drive before easing out. There weren’t too many other drivers out anymore, probably because they actually had brains and a will to live, but I was still planning on going slow. We were too close to where we needed to be to have another car down.
On one hand, I didn’t mind the rain. It was so loud as it beat the shit out of my rental that it canceled out any awkward silences between us. That it also aggravated the shit out of Hudson was just icing on the cake. I might be secretly enjoying him all soaked and sulky, but I couldn’t help it—I wanted to push his buttons when I got the chance.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hudson wipe at his face and then shove the wet strands of hair off his forehead, and before I could stop myself, I said, “So what happened?”
He shook his head, and after a long pause, he gave in. “Blew out a tire.”
“And you thought you’d change it in a storm?” When he didn’t answer, I chuckled. “Wow. You totally did. Have you ever done that in your life?”
“What do you think?” he snapped.
“I think you were delusional.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Of course he’d say that. Always looking to start a fight. Or was that me?
