Page 26 of Edge of Darkness

Connie’s mouth fell open. “The hell? We both had the same dream?”

“It certainly sounds like it.”

“Hudson? What’s going on?”

It broke Hudson’s heart to hear how scared Connie sounded. As capable as Connie was, he forgot sometimes that Connie was also relatively young.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but whatever it is, we’ll face it together.” Hudson pressed a kiss against Connie’s temple.

“You and me, huh?”

“Always.” The wordchoosewhispered across Hudson’s mind, and he fought not to shiver. It was almost as if the fingers of Fate had just brushed down Hudson’s spine.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m wide awake now,” Connie grumbled. “Might as well get up.”

“Why don’t you grab a shower, and I’ll start the coffee.” Hudson had a small coffee bar set up in his bedroom because there were times he didn’t want to trek halfway across his home for a cup of java.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good. I won’t be but just a minute.” Connie kissed Hudson’s cheek, tossed the sheet off, and padded barefoot into the bathroom.

For a split second, Hudson seriously thought about joining Connie, but Hudson needed a second to steady his nerves. Apparently, Connie must’ve felt the same because he hadn’t invited Hudson to join him.

Damn dream had shaken both of them up.

Hudson slipped out of bed and walked over to the coffee bar. He got the machine going, then stared out one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his bedroom.

Past the deck and small pool, Hudson stared at the field that stretched out behind his home toward the tree line. A sense of déjà vu made him shiver.

He and Connie had shared a dream. Hudson had never heard of such a thing, nor had he ever experienced something like that. He was a thousand years old and had definitely been around the block a time or two, but this was throwing him.

Who had they been dreaming about? And better yet, why? Who was that person to them?

Both he and Connie had woken up on the verge of transforming, which was alarming by itself. Connie said he’d been upset when he woke up, and Hudson had been too, although he didn’t clearly remember why.

He had a lot of questions and no answers, which was completely unacceptable.

Hudson watched the sun rise, his mind sorting through what he did know. Finally, the coffee machine beeped. Turning away from the window, he fixed himself a cup.

A few seconds later, Connie entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He used another to towel dry his hair. “Oh good, it’s ready.”

“Here, let me fix it for you,” Hudson said. He knew exactly how to doctor Connie’s coffee. Funny how little things like that stuck with a person. He poured a mug, added cream and sugar, and handed it over.

Grinning, Connie tossed the towel he was using to dry his hair over his shoulder and took the cup. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” Hudson kissed Connie’s naked shoulder, then wandered over to the little sitting area in his bedroom.

Connie followed him, sipping his coffee. Hudson pulled out Connie’s chair, then sat down once Connie was seated. He liked doing those little things for Connie, liked to see the other male’s eyes light up.

They both sat at the table, staring outside. Neither one of them really had much to say. Several long minutes passed, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

“So, who is the man, and why are we both dreaming of him?”

“That, my king, is the million-dollar question,” Connie said, slowly sipping his coffee.

Hudson couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of someone, or something, tampering with their lives, and he didn’t care for it. At all. “Don’t let your guard down, Connie. We don’t know who this man is. I don’t think he’s a foe, but I don’t know for sure.”

“I agree.” Connie set his coffee cup down. “And we contact each other immediately if this guy should show up.”

“Not if, but when.”

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