Chapter 52
52
Hudson
Molly: Good luck today, Wilde.
Hudson: Wow. Encouragement? From you? Did hell freeze over?
Molly: Don’t get used to it. I just don’t want to hear you whine later if you lose.
Hudson: IfI lose? Hex, please. I’m a sure thing.
I’m not, but I don’t let myself freak out over it. I know she’s kidding with her attitude. The woman helped me out last night. Calmed the storm inside me and didn’t leave until she was one hundred percent sure of it.
Molly: ?? You’re pacing, aren’t you?
Hudson: No.
Molly: You’re totally pacing.
Hudson: How do you even know that?
Molly: Because you get cockier when you’re nervous.
Hudson: I’m not nervous.
Molly: Hudson.
Hudson: Okay,fine. Maybe I’m pacing a little. Happy?
Molly: You’ll be fine. You always are.
Hudson: Yeah?
Molly: Yeah. You’re Hudson Wilde. The hockey god, remember?
Hudson: You’re really bad at hating me.
Molly: I still do.
Hudson: You’re kind of a softy when you want to be.
Molly: Delete that thought immediately.
Hudson: Too late. It’s burned into my brain.
Molly: ??
Molly: Look, just breathe, okay? You’re good at this. The best, probably. I know you don’t need to hear it from me, but in case you do . . . You’ve got this.
Hudson: . . .
Hudson: Thanks, Hex.
Molly: Don’t make it weird.
Hudson: Too late. I’m gonna dedicate my first goal to you.
Molly: If you do, I’ll never speak to you again.
Hudson: You’re obsessed with me, so we both know that’s not true.
Molly: Focus on the game, Wilde.
Hudson: I will.
Hudson: Thanks for grounding me, Hex.
Molly: Someone has to. Now go win a championship, or I’ll never let you live it down.
Hudson: Yes, ma’am. For you, anything.