Chapter 221: He Shouldn't Care Who I Want to Punch

Which I love. I like it so much my stomach clenches in happiness. If Hudson were here as only a bodyguard, he wouldn't care about an ex-boyfriend or any of the people I want to punch. There are exactly two thousand four hundred and one ways I can analyze this information, but from the way his deep thoughtful eyes bore into mine, if I don't start talking soon he's liable to pull it out of me.

"It's not worth my time to write down an ex-boyfriend in the book." It's not like it's a damn burn book.

"Because there are too many?"

I slap him across the shoulder. Then I move my body so we're face to face, my left leg curled up on the couch. "No! But once you break up what's the point of giving someone mental space?"