“Where’s Hudson?” Coop takes the glass from her for a sip, then hands it back. “He’s on the phone. Sawyer called.” “Told you,” I laugh as the man in question shuffles gingerly into the room, grumbling, with his crutches tucked under his arms. I don’t miss the tension holding his body hostage before he sits on the arm of the couch next to me. He tugs a strand of my hair until I turn around to face him. “What did you tell them, sunshine? Are you giving away all my secrets?” “I don’t know any of your secrets.” Even if I wish I did. And damn him for that.
