Page 91 of Here's to Tomorrow

I don’t know how suggestive that was supposed to sound, but it causes these tiny, unfamiliar sparks to form in my stomach. Apparently my body likes his idea.

“I…I’d like that.” My voice is huskier than normal.

He gives me his stupid trademark smirk and pulls me toward the kitchen next. “For now, the feast.”

The table is set and loaded down with all different kinds of Mexican dishes—two massive burritos, rolled taquitos, enchiladas, and chips and salsa. I even spy some rice, beans, and queso dip.

“Holy shit, Hudson! I love that you have all this food, likereallylove it.”

He chuckles. “Come on, I’m starving.” He pulls a chair out for me, leaning down and kissing me gently on the back of my neck. It’s enough to cause me to break out in a sweat. He chuckles, obviously proud of himself, and takes a seat opposite me.

We dig in and, for the first several minutes, we only converse through moans and mmhmms.

“This food is phenomenal,” I say, wiping my mouth between bites.

“It’s from Los Amigos. Best Mexican food in the city, maybe even the whole Boston area.”

“I can get behind that statement. Mexican is my favorite food, next to pizza, of course.

He winks. “I know.”

I shake my head at his winking, knowing he only did it because he knows I find it weird.

“Did you hear back from Carter’s?” he asks, referring to the marketing company that contacted me for a phone interview yesterday.

“Nah, not yet. I’m still crossing my fingers though.”

“It’ll come through. I have faith in you. What about the apartment hunt?”

“Nope.” I take a drink of my water, doing my best to avoid his gaze.

“My, my, Rae. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you weren’t so sure about moving anymore.”

My stupid, stupid lips betray me, curling upward at the corners.

“HA! I’m right! Has someone caught your eye?”

I give a noncommittal shrug. “Meh.”

“Rae Bethany Kamden, did you just ‘meh’ me?”

“I did indeed, Hudson Michael Tamell.”

The look on his face is priceless, causing me to burst into laughter.

Abruptly, my laugh comes to an end. The heat in Hudson’s eyes mixed with the smirk on his face stops me dead. I gulp, terrified and excited to know what’s going through his head.

He leans onto the table, folding his hands and lowering his eyes into slits. “Do you remember our first encounter, Rae?” I nod. “Do you remember what you asked me?” I nod again. He gestures around him. “Well, here’s dinner.”

Oh. My. God. Payback sucks.

His grin is wolfish, and my body is on fire.

“Here’s dinner,” I repeat quietly.

He stands, grabbing a few dishes and placing them in the sink. I watch as he quickly boxes up the rest of the food. He looks so sexy when he’s domestic, so natural, humble, and inviting.

Every time he twists, his jeans hug his ass and legs even more. My God is it a sight. My eyes follow his movements as he rolls his shirtsleeves up, exposing lightly tanned and toned forearms. Never have I ever paid any attention to forearms before, but everything about Hudson—even his forearms—is sexy and worthy of attention.

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