Page 64 of Preacher

“Well, she didn’t say anything tomeeither,” Sergei let out a sharp exhale. “But then, I’m not her precious Nikolai. He’s the only one she would tell about it.”

“How did you find out?”

“I saw them,” he answered in almost a growl. “He picked her up the other night, and it was late when he brought her back. And don’t pretend you didn’t notice the way she looks at him.”

“Mother can date whoever she wants.”

“Mother has no idea who this guy truly is.”

“She does.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Shit.

This was going to be bad.

I could go in there and put an end to their argument, but Nikolai was right. I could date anyone I wanted. I didn’t need their permission. And I didn’t care if they didn’t approve of Hudson. I did, and that was all that mattered. I was getting myself riled up when my cell phone chimed with a text message.

I quickly pulled it from my pocket, and the tightness in my chest all but disappeared when I saw that it was a message from Hudson.

Hudson:

Hey, beautiful.

A smile creptover my face as I messaged him back:

Me:

Hey! How has your day been?

Hudson:

No complaints.

Would be better if I could see you.

Me:

Who says you can’t?

Hudson:

So you’re free?

Me:

I am.

Hudson:

You up for coming over to the clubhouse?

Me:

Sure. Sounds good.

I’ll head that way in just a bit.

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