Page 9 of Hart Breaker

“A blanket with a stuffed horse head attached,” he says, glancing around.

“It is hunting season.” Izzy slides off hers. “If Lovey is here, we’ll find …” She pauses and asks, “Is it a girl or a boy?”

“It’s pink. I’m not sure what it identifies as, so I can’t answer that without possibly offending Lovey.”

“How very good of you,” Maggie states.

“I try,” Hudson says, walking toward the table the guys all sat at when Boone and Lily were here for an early dinner.

“I’ll check the bathroom,” Maggie says, heading that way.

“I’ll help.” Iz hurries toward her.

“When we find Lovey, take a picture of the tag and google image search it to find an exact match,” Sydney says as she fully crawls under the table they were at.

When Hudson reaches the table, he squats down, causing me to groan at the sight of his ass. It doesn’t matter if a man is built like a football player, like Hudson; a frat boy/Cornell law student who loves the gym, like Brett, and is long and lean; or a thirty-seven-year-old bar owner with a dad bod, like my ex—a well-defined, firm, fat ass is my kryptonite.

“Oh my God.” Lauren elbows me. “Knock it off.”

I hold up my ring finger. “Engaged, not dead.”

She holds up her middle finger. “I banged that, remember?” She rolls her eyes. “Sister code.”

“Not under here,” Syd says, crawling back out.

Hudson grins as he holds his hand out to help her.

“Thank you,” she says, taking it and allowing him to help her up.

He cocks his head to the side and asks, “Google image search?”

“How do you not know what that is?” She laughs.

“The same way you don’t know what a Sluggo, wheel route, or back shoulder play is.” He smiles.

“I know they’re football,” she defends.

“You got me.” He smiles in that easy way of his and looks behind the chairs. “But in my defense, I don’t spend a lot of time on the computer.”

“Fair.” She smiles back.

He stands and sighs as he walks to the center of the floor and looks around, almost lost. “Lily is gonna be so upset.”

“You like kids?” Lauren asks.

His brows shoot up. “Like?” Then he shakes his head. “Fucking love kids.”

“You want kids?” I ask and want to kick myself for it.

He smirks as he lifts his chin. “You offering your womb, Brooksie?”

It’s obvious he feels like shit for even joking with Lauren standing here as he glances at her.

She throws her hands in the air. “You’re looking at the wrong sister. I’m not having kids. She wants five.”

“Five?” he asks.

“I mean, yeah. Built-in besties.” I throw my arm around Lo and pull her into a hug.

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