What size shoe do you wear?” “A nine,” I tell him, and he heads to the equipment booth to grab a pair of skates. “Is this the part where I have to strip down to my socks? And before you buy me dinner? Scandalous.” Hudson lowers himself to his knees again and sits back on his heels. “Take the shoes off, Galloway.” I find an open chair and take off my sneakers. “You’re sure on the ground a lot tonight.” “I don’t mind.” His mouth hitches up in a smirk. “There are worse places to be.”
