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Hudson’s back relaxes as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He stares at it for several very long, drawn-out seconds before he tips his head back and stares at the sky, phone still gripped in his hand by his side.
Is he praying for someone to give him strength?
I snicker at the thought.
Today is going to be so much fucking fun.
Chapter 41
Emery
“So, where are you taking me?” I ask, after keeping myself from talking for the first ten minutes of the drive. “The same shopping center as last time?”
He flicks his blinker on as we pull up to a set of lights. “No.”
“Can I have a hint?”
“No.”
One-word answers. Awesome. That’s okay, I can play this game in my sleep.
“Am I allowed to try and guess?”
“No.”
“Will I get in trouble if I try and guess?”
He pauses and takes a deep breath, releasing it in a calm, controlled manner. “No.”
“An art store?”
Nothing.
“A clothing store?”
Silence.
“A shoe store?
“Music?
“Jewelry?
“Makeup?
“Perfume?
“Sex toy?”
He makes a choked noise, but that’s it.
I turn to face him. “You really aren’t going to tell me?”
“No.”
“Ugh.” I flop back in my seat and face the front.
Okay, new plan of attack.
