Chapter 227: Aspen Cannot Handle Herself Here

I may be slightly understating how much Aspen hates the cold. Anytime it gets below forty-five degrees she walks around in her heavy winter coat. We had a slight dusting of snow one year and I worried she was going to faint. Southern California girls cannot handle themselves up here.

"Why don't you go to Aspen's house? Or go back to your original location?"

"We used to sit on this big gorgeous hill over in a city park. It was pretty." I could talk Aspen into it once the temperature warms up in the spring.

Hudson looks at me in horror. "Out in the open on a hill?"

I nod, but slowly because I worry he's setting me up for a trap.

"Hudson, we're fine. I'm fine. They're fine. You're fine."

He mumbles something under his breath and then turns back to continue surveying out the window. "This big ass window says differently."