Page 195 of Beautiful Collide

Molly:I’m fine. I promise. It’s just . . . a lot.

Josie:I bet. Having your entire life plastered across the internet sucks.

Cassidy:And having Hudson as a husband can’t help.

Molly:You have no idea.

Molly:Actually, Hudson is great.

Josie:I will say, you two are kind of . . . weirdly cute together? Like enemies-to-lovers, Vegas edition. You could write a book.

Molly:Don’t. Start.

Cassidy:?? She’s flustered. Did we hit a nerve, Mrs. Wilde?

Molly:Stop calling me that.

Josie:No chance.

Cassidy:Never happening.

Molly:You two are the worst.

Josie:But we love you. And if you need to hide, cry, scream, or plot Hudson’s murder, just say the word.

Cassidy:We’ll bring snacks and bail money.

Molly:I appreciate you idiots.

Cassidy:Anytime.

Cassidy:Now, seriously, does Hudson know how to say “I do,” or did he just nod like an overconfident frat boy?

Molly:I’m leaving this chat.

Josie:?? That’s not a denial.

Cassidy:We’ll take that as confirmation.

Molly:I’m blocking you both.

Josie:Love you too, Mrs. Wilde.

Cassidy:Forever and always.

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Hudson

The gravelof the driveway crunches under the tires of my Mustang. We probably should have driven Molly’s car, but since we hauled ass out of Redville right after I rescued her, there was no time to go back to her place.

Driving up this path in my car always makes me cringe.

A paved road would be so much better for my car. Not that I can change it.

They can’t afford it, and although I have offered, they will never take my money.

It’s annoying as all hell.

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