Page 28 of A Bear's Nemesis

Hudson’s bear was practically drooling.

“See you tomorrow, then,” Julius said, his voice sounding tight.

Quinn got out of the car and walked around the motel, and Hudson switched into the front seat.

Julius glared at him.

“You might die in two days,” Hudson said. “Does anything else really matter?”

Julius took a deep breath, one hand resting on the gear shift.

Then he took Hudson’s hand in his and kissed it.

“No,” he said. “It doesn’t.”

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