Beautiful Collide (Saints Of Redville #3)

Chapter 87

87

Hudson

Mason: Yo, TMZ says you’re back in Redville, Hudson. That can’t be true because I’m your best friend, and you would’ve told me. Right?

Aiden: TMZ, huh? Always a credible source.

Hudson: . . .

Dane: ?? Busted.

Mason: UNREAL. You’re really back? And you didn’t say anything? Traitor.

Hudson: Relax. It’s not that deep.

Mason: Not that deep?! I thought we had something special.

Dane: Mason’s probably crying into his protein shake right now.

Aiden: Someone cue the sad violin music.

Mason: Screw all of you. I’d NEVER keep secrets like this. Right, Hudson?

Hudson: ??

Dane: Deflecting? Interesting.

Mason: Don’t change the subject. Hudson, hop on Xbox. I’m feeling generous enough to let you win once tonight.

Hudson: Can’t. Busy.

Mason: What kind of lame excuse is that?

Hudson: Molly wants to hang out.

Aiden: ?? Oh my God, he really said that.

Mason: Dude. DUDE. You’re officially one of those guys.

Dane: He’s domesticated. Newlywed syndrome in full swing.

Mason: Next thing we know, he’ll be baking sourdough bread and watching HGTV.

Hudson: You fuckers are ridiculous.

Aiden: Admit it, Hudson. You’ve been tamed. Molly’s got you doing dishes and lighting scented candles.

Mason: He’s probably calling her babe every five minutes, too.

Dane: I swear if you’re wearing matching pajamas . . .

Hudson: ??

Mason: Nah, for real. Hudson can’t hang anymore. He’s gone soft.

Hudson: Oh, I’ll show you soft the next time I bodycheck your ass into the boards.

Mason: Big words for a guy who’s too “busy” to play Xbox. Go cuddle your wife.

Aiden: He’s probably got a face mask on while watching rom-coms right now.

Dane: Don’t judge.

Aiden: Dane?

Dane: Um, nothing.

Hudson: You’re all jealous. It’s fine.

Dane: Jealous? Nah. I’m just waiting for you to start a “Hudson & Molly” couple account with vlogs of your farm trips.

Mason: ?? “Day in the life of Hudson Wilde, Former Hockey Bad Boy Turned Trad Husband.”

Hudson: I hate you all.

Mason: Love you too, buddy. Let us know when Molly gives you permission to play with the boys again.

Aiden: Or when you’re done picking out throw pillows.

Hudson: ????

Mason: PS If you do start baking sourdough, send me a loaf.