“I’m too old. I’m knocking on thirty’s door, remember?”
“You’re a hot piece of ass, and age is just a number.”
With a groan, I jerked my hand through my hair. “Can we just get out of here?”
“Fine.” A curious look came over Hudson’s face. “Wait, did he give you a name?”
“Yeah, Ivan Drago.”
I jumped at the laugh that burst from Hudson’s lips. “You’re joking, right?”
“Um, no. I remember it very well. Especially the way he said E-Van, which sounded so Russian.”
My remark only caused Hudson to laugh harder. “What?”
“Ivan Drago was the name of the Russian inRocky IV.”
I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Oh my God! I knew it sounded familiar.”
“Obviously, he was giving you a fake name to protect himself and his client, which is shady, and I still think you should file a police report.”
“And for the second time, no.”
Huffing out a frustrated breath, Hudson said, “Come on. Let’s get you the hell out of here and have a stiff drink.”
“That sounds like heaven.”
Always the gentleman, Hudson grabbed my purse and slung it over his shoulder. “Anything else?” he asked.
With a shake of my head, he held out his hand to me. After slipping it into his, he tugged me to his side. “I told Archie to meet us at Thai Orchid.”
Archie was Hudson’s boyfriend, and in the three years they’d been together, he’d become such a good friend to me. “Seriously?”
He cocked his dark brows at me. “You object to having dinner at your favorite place?”
I rolled my eyes. “I do when it’s a pity dinner.”
Hudson snorted. “That’s where you’re wrong. We were dining out tonight anyway.”
“And you were going to choose the one type of food that gives you indigestion?”
Hudson wrinkled his nose. “It’s a gluten allergy.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Not when you make me sound like an old man.”
“You get grumpy and smelly like one when you eat Thai,” I shot back.
“Will you please just let me do something nice without bringing up a potential gastrointestinal melee?"
“Fine.”
As we reached Hudson’s Porsche, he opened the door for me. I buckled up as he jogged around the back. After sliding inside, he cranked up.
The further we got away from the office, the more at ease I began to feel. At my ragged sigh, Hudson turned to pin me with a questioning look. “This isn’t just about the creepy guy, is it?”
As I rubbed my hand over my forehead, I whispered, “No. It’s not.”
