Eventually, I head upstairs and stare at the clothes in my suitcase. I was supposed to stay the night and go home tomorrow, but I don’t stay places I’m not wanted. Not anymore. Not ever again. And Hudson is fine. If he could go out tonight, he doesn’t need me here. I honestly think he didn’t need me at all, he just didn’t want me alone after the break-in, and that simultaneously aggravates me and melts my anger a little. I’ve never been confused by this man in all the years I’ve known him. We’re friends. That’s it. I’ll always wonder if there could be more between us, but it won’t work. It
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