Page 71 of Dump Tackle My Heart
She swallows.
Her lips part.
But she hesitates.
“I don’t know yet,” Dani says. “That’s why I was going to talk to you.”
I nod.
“Then talk to me. In private.”
Finley lifts her hands, backing away like we’re about to arm wrestle.
“Don’t kill each other. Or do. Just let me mic it first.”
She disappears inside the sound booth.
Dani crosses her arms, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know this is blindsiding you. Believe me, it shocked me, too. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t plan to get photographed by paparazzi?—”
“What are you talking about, Sweetheart?”
She clicks a few buttons on the laptop and shows me what’s been happening.
Fuck.
Someone found us in the cabin. They took photos.
“Look, Dani, I hate that our privacy was invaded, but I am not ashamed of us.”
“You’re not? And you don’t think I did this for some like claim to fame, right?” She winces.
“Of course, I know you didn’t do that, Love.”
“I’m not trying to use you, Hudson, I swear.”
“I know that too.”
“So then what’s with the face?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
I step in close, just enough to make her look up at me.
“It’s the idea of some flashy network rolling in and trying to spin a story that doesn’t belong to them.”
Her breath catches.
“And what story is that?”
“Our story,” I tell her.
She stares at me for a beat. Then two.
And then her lips twitch.
“But you do want to be in the docuseries, right? For the team?” she asks.
I pretend groan. Truthfully, I’m not for or against it.
