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Pulling my arm back behind my head, I launch the fruit at the mass of a man as hard as I can. “What the fuck?” The voice that fills the dark kitchen is deep and scratchy and— Oh. I’ve definitely heard it before. Hudson spins around with a cup in his hand, and I’m not too humiliated to register relief that it’s not, in fact, an intruder. “Madeline?” “Hi,” I say weakly. “Wh-what are you doing here?” “I live here.”
“Did you hurl this at me?” “No. I’d never assault my employer after mistaking him for a burglar. Especially after he invited me and my daughter to live in his nice home.” Hudson’s mouth twitches. He sets the offending item on the island between us and takes a slow sip of his coffee. “Must’ve been the ghosts,” he says in a level voice, but a laugh cracks through the last word. “They act up every now and then. Kudos to them for wanting to protect the condo.” “That explains the creaking I heard a couple nights ago.” I see a mark on his neck, a light pink indentation below his ear, and I wince.
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“Would it help if I shared my location with you? Then you wouldn’t have to wonder if I’m an intruder armed with piping hot coffee as my weapon of choice or a lawful resident of the space.” “You don’t have to—” “There.” He taps his screen then tosses his phone on a stack of magazines. I can’t believe he’s giving me access to his whereabouts, just like that.
“Canada can kick fucking rocks.” Maverick takes the seat next to me on the charter plane and crosses his arms. “I’m still mad Toronto took Emmy away from us. Away from me. And for what? Justin Harper who immediately left DC that summer and went to California? Finn came back after he got traded. Emmy could’ve come back so I could play with her every day. None of it should’ve happened.”
SPEAK YOUR SHIT MAV YOU GET IT FUCK THE LEAFS (i say this as if i wouldntgo to war for mitch marner, joseph woll, matthew knies and william nylander, its what being a canucks enjoyer does to a mf)
“It was seasons ago. You married her, she plays for Baltimore now, and you see her every night.” I pop in an AirPod and close my eyes. “Remind me never to piss you off. You know how to hold a grudge.” “Dude.” He tugs on my jacket. “Dude.” I take out my earphone and glance at him with one eye open. “You’re incredibly needy.”
The obvious play would be to pass it to him or Riley—they’re the best shooters on the ice right now—but neither are lined up in a good position. With three minutes left, we’re going to get one more break before we head back in for the rest of the period. Our second line doesn’t have the defensive intensity our first line does. If we don’t score now, there’s a good chance the Rays will try to tie it up when we head to the bench.
I pivot and pretend like I’m going to pass the puck inside the crease to Maverick. The opposing goalie tracks my movements and turns, positioning himself to brace for an up-close shot. I take advantage of his misread and pull back, knocking the puck with a slap shot to the upper right corner of the goal.
Maverick came home from being out with the guys and had food all over him. I asked what happened, and he said instead of going to the bar like they planned, they decided to have a massive food fight. He wouldn’t stop giggling when I told him there was spaghetti behind his ear.
De har aldrig haft en eneste hjernecelle hvodan fuck i hekvede har de her mennesker vundet the cup DE ER SO UNSERIOUS
“Hey.” I mute the television and smile. “How was the food fight?” “How’d you hear?” He leans against the wall and matches my grin. “Could you smell the garlic sauce from the foyer?” “I was added to a group chat with Emmy, Lexi, Maven, and Piper.” I sniff and wrinkle my nose. “But now I can smell it. Did you bathe in it?” “I might as well have.” He sits in the chair next to the couch and grimaces. “I think it’s in my hair.”

