We’retwenty minutes into the movie when my doorbell buzzes.
“I’ll get it.” Hudson jumps up from the couch and makes a beeline for the door.
Pausing the movie, I make my way into the kitchen and pull down two plates, two forks, and two cups for water. When Hudson steps back into my place, I can’t believe my eyes. What’d you do? Order everything?”
“Pretty much. I couldn’t decide what to order so I got it all.”
He sets two large pizza boxes, one grocery store sized paper bag, and a two-liter bottle of lemon-lime soda on the counter. “Hope you’re hungry, babe. I ordered cheesy bread along with the pizza.”
Babe?
Oh my lordy. What is going on? I’m living in some sort of alternate universe where hot guys suddenly appear to be interested in plain, plump, but very smart accountants.
“This isn’t real.”
“What?” Hudson asks, biting into a slice of my favorite pizza.
I hadn’t realized I’d said it aloud. “Nothing.” Peeking into the white bag, I make a face. “What is that smell?”
“Calamari.” Hudson takes the bag, and reaching in, he retrieves the fried squid.
“Ick.” I shake my head.
“You don’t like calamari?”
“I don’t. Seafood is…” I shake my head again.
“Duly noted.” He pops one of the fried, squiggly looking things into his mouth. “More for me.”
“Have at it.” I shiver visibly. “I’ll stick with the pizza.”
Hudson reaches into the bag once again. “There’s also chicken strips, mozzarella sticks, and fried mushrooms.”
“I’m good with the pizza.” I take one slice and place it on my plate. “Come on. Let’s get back to the movie.” With remote in hand, I’m curious. “Do you know who did it yet?”
By now we know that the main character keeps having visions in the new house she and her husband just purchased. The question is why?
“I think she’s been to the house before.”
“Interesting.” Wow. I can’t believe he came up with that response. It took Dad and me almost another thirty minutes into the show before we figured that part out. And he’s correct. She had been in the house when she was a young girl.
“Am I right?” He takes a big bite of his pizza.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“I’m right.”
Smug jerk.
We settle back into the movie. I nibble on my slice while he devours several of everything. How can a man withthatbody eat so much?
I bet he works out.
A lot.
ChapterEighteen
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