“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.