The Invitation

by Vi Keeland

“You know you’re hot. You have a mirror at home, don’t you? I’m sure all you have to do is walk into a bar and snap your fingers and women run over.” Hudson chuckled. “What am I, the Fonz?”

He chuckled. “Welcome back.” My forehead wrinkled, so he explained. “You’ve been stressed. Apparently that caused your inner wiseass to take a hiatus.”

“That wasn’t an ending, sweetheart. It was only our beginning. Because a true love story like ours never ends.”