Page 108 of Lucky Laces
Because, oh Lord, the look in Rhodes’s eyes as Finn moves by him…
It’s like how Hudson looks at me.
And Rome at Chrissy.And King at Rory.And Jo at West.And Jean-Michel at Tiff.
Like he would lay the world at her feet, if she only asked.
“Sweetheart.”
Blinking and looking away from the acutely beautiful and incredibly painful expression on Rhodes’s face, I glance up at Hudson.
He’s staring down at me, exactly as I imagined.
Like he’s fallen as deep for me as I’ve fallen for him.
“I think I’m getting a cat,” I say softly, gently scooping up the sweet little cat who did some claiming of her own tonight.Even in the dog—cat?—pile, she’s never strayed far from my arms.
His lips twitch.“Considering our surroundings, it’s an inevitability.”
“You think Chrissy will keep her for me until I can arrange for supplies and a pet sitter for Lola?”
That gorgeous smile of his grows.“I think Chrissy probably has a list of pet sitters and plenty of supplies she can give you.”
I cuddle Lola close as I find my feet, her little mew of displeasure at my moving adorable as all get out.“Then I guess I need to see a woman about some adoption paperwork.”
I do just that.
And barely a half hour later, I’m walking out with a bag of supplies, Lola protesting quietly about her current confinement in a pink carrier that matches the ones Rhodes carried out earlier, thinking that over the years, and just like anyone else in this world, I’ve had a lot of good and a lot of bad…
But that the brand of good that’s my life currently may be the best I’ve ever had.
Even with the apparent shitstorm heading my way.
Thirty-Six
Hudson
I roll my shoulders,body still sore from hitting the weight room after nearly a week’s rest, then snag a towel from the hook and knot it around my waist.
We’re at Dee’s tonight, and I can’t lie.
I like being here, but I like it more when she’s at my house.In my bed.Wearing those nighties or my shirts to sleep in.
Usually without any underwear.
Though maybe I can talk her out of hers tonight again.
When I stride through into the bedroom, I realize that’s unlikely.
She’s sprawled in her bed, Lola on her chest, and both kitten and woman look relaxed and content.
“Did you want to watch something on TV?”she asks absently, her head slowly swiveling in my direction.“We can put a game on or…”
Her voice trails off and her eyes go wide.
Then she sits up abruptly, disturbing Lola.The feline gives a disgruntled meow then jumps off the bed and pads out into the hall, a disdainful look in those pretty green eyes.
For all of Lola’s activities, Diana hasn’t moved.
