“I don’t want anything,” I reply, meaning it.
“I can’t come empty-handed. Come on, give mesomeideas.”
“You being there is enough. I need someone who’s got my back just in case things go pear-shaped.”
“Are you expecting trouble?”
I laugh. “Iknowthere’ll be trouble. So you’d better buckle up, buttercup, because every party Carter throws ends in blood and violence.”
“Fuuucckkk,” Hudson drawls.
“Yep. It’s not a good party unless someone winds up dead,” I joke.
We both laugh, neither of us aware that’s exactly what’s going to happen.