Page 248 of Beautiful Collide

Mason:He’s probably calling her babe every five minutes, too.

Dane:I swear if you’re wearing matching pajamas . . .

Hudson:??

Mason:Nah, for real. Hudson can’t hang anymore. He’s gone soft.

Hudson:Oh, I’ll show you soft the next time I bodycheck your ass into the boards.

Mason:Big words for a guy who’s too “busy” to play Xbox. Go cuddle your wife.

Aiden:He’s probably got a face mask on while watching rom-coms right now.

Dane:Don’t judge.

Aiden:Dane?

Dane:Um, nothing.

Hudson:You’re all jealous. It’s fine.

Dane:Jealous? Nah. I’m just waiting for you to start a “Hudson & Molly” couple account with vlogs of your farm trips.

Mason:?? “Day in the life of Hudson Wilde, Former Hockey Bad Boy Turned Trad Husband.”

Hudson:I hate you all.

Mason:Love you too, buddy. Let us know when Molly gives you permission to play with the boys again.

Aiden:Or when you’re done picking out throw pillows.

Hudson:????

Mason:PS If you do start baking sourdough, send me a loaf.

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Molly

I sitin my car outside Dane’s house.

My car is still running.

I should go. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this.

My hands grip the steering wheel. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Hudson will be pissed if he knows I interfered, but what other choice do I have?

I can’t sit back and watch Hudson hurt himself, and that’s what he will do if I don’t speak to my brother.

I can help him.

Like he’s helped me.

Taking a deep breath, I cut the engine and step out of the car.

There’s no backing out now.

Well, technically, I can still turn around, but I won’t be doing that. Hudson has done so much for me. It’s my turn to do something for him.

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