Page 122 of Beautiful Collide

Cool it, Molly.

It’s so obvious how little chill I have right now.

Hudson shrugs. “I didn’t name the menu.”

But the damn smile on his face tells me he’s loving every cursed minute of this breakfast, which leads me to my question.

I pop a brow up. “Who picked this restaurant?”

“Why, that would be me,” Hudson responds.

Bastard.

He totally did this on purpose. That’s it. I’m leaving him asWho is this?for all of eternity.

Pulling my gaze from him, I focus back on my coffee. I’m sure I’m blushing. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

Hopefully, no one notices.

But this man does something to me.

I can’t explain it, but I feel like a live wire when he’s around.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Dane asks suddenly, his voice cutting through the chatter.

I freeze. “What are you talking about?”

Dane gestures back and forth between Hudson and me. “You’re both acting weird.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Hudson answers, but his tone doesn’t match his words.

Smug bastard.

Great. Just great.

The man practically just confirmed something is up with us.

He might as well just hold up a sign that says we kissed again. Again.

Man, if my brother finds out . . .

I don’t even want to think about that. Dane thinks Hudson is the biggest player in the world. He will not be okay with something happening between us.

“Nothing is up,” I snap.

“Did Hudson do something, Moll?” Dane turns to Hudson, his entire face darkening the way it does when he’s about to make an opposing player regret they’ve ever been born. “What the fuck did you do, dick?”

Hudson opens his mouth to speak, but Dane cuts him off.

“Obviously, you lost the bet.” He jabs a finger in Hudson’s direction. “Did you upset my sister?”

All eyes on the table focus on me.

I try not to shrink in my chair.

“He didn’t do anything,” I say way too quickly. With a pitch way too high.

Way to be obvious.

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