“Not until you say the magic word.”
“I don’t know what the magic word is.” I shook my head and he laughed.
“I’m not letting you go until you get it right.”
“But I’m hungry,” I groaned and batted my eyelashes up at him.
“I suggest you start guessing or you may starve.”
“Oh yeah?” I whispered as a thought entered my mind.
“Yeah.”
“We’ll see about that.” I giggled, and then took a deep breath.
My brain was screaming at me for my stupid idea. Don’t do it, Riley! Don’t do it! But I couldn’t stop myself. I stood on tiptoes, leaning slightly forward, and kissed Hudson. I could see the shock in his eyes as our lips made contact. His lips tasted sweeter than I remembered, and I gasped as his tongue entered my mouth slowly.
“Hudson.” My eyes widened as I felt his hands running down my back.
“You wanna sin, Riley? Then you gotta do it right.” He laughed against my lips and then pulled me into his arms as he kissed me harder.
I closed my eyes then and blocked out every other thought and feeling other than the touch of his lips against mine.
PART II
Chapter 5
Hudson
Present Day
“A million dollars, dude. You can dirty up your pretty face for a million dollars.” Luke punched me in the shoulders as he continued his fast talking. “And I’ll be your manager.”
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head and laughed.
Luke was my best friend, but I would be a fool to listen to anything he said. He always had a new scheme to make money, and I had learned the hard way when we were teens that what he said didn’t ever come true.
“Come on. What do you have to lose?”
“Every fight.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a fighter, Luke.”
“You’re not a lover either.” He grinned at me with his million-watt smile.
“I’m not a girl.” I laughed. “Batting your baby blues at me isn’t going to get me to agree.”
“You do this. I’ll get you as much ass as you want.”
“I can get my own ass.” I stood up and stretched. “Anyways, I gotta go.”
“C’mon, Hudson,” Luke pouted and threw his beer can into the trash as if he were Kobe Bryant going for the winning shot in the last game of the NBA finals. “We need this.”
“I don’t need this.” I shook my head. “And you just need to get a job.”
“Don’t nag. You’re not my mother.”
“Thank God.”
“The economy’s shit. You know that.” He shrugged. “When it gets better, I’ll get a job.”
“And until then, you’ll live off your momma?”
“I don’t wanna live off my momma. I want you to enter this damn fight and win a million dollars. Dude, do you know what we can do with a million dollars?”
“Nope.” I shook my head again and laughed at him. “Please stop trying to seduce me with your eyes. Save it for the girls.”
“I’m practicing on you until Riley gets home,” he joked, and I froze for a second.
“What did I tell you about, Riley?” I kept my voice calm, but my insides were storming up at the sound of her name. “Don’t even joke about Riley. Or Eden,” I added for good measure.
“I won’t go after your sister, dude.” Luke laughed. “Now her best friend? Yummy.” He licked his lips. “I don’t know if I can back away from her.”
“Not funny.” I glared at him, heat rising in me. I clenched my fists and took a step back.
“I’m just joking. Damn, Hudson. I know she’s like your sister as well.” Luke shook his head and then stared at my fists. “You were not just about to hit me, were you?”
“Get a life.”
“I’ll get a life if you sign up for one fight.” He collapsed on the couch. “It’s not just about me. You could also give some money to Clara’s mom. I heard she still hasn’t found a job.”
I flinched as he said Clara’s name. “The economy’s rough. She’ll find a job.”
“She’s so depressed.” He shrugged and looked away from me. “I don’t know that she’ll ever be able to work again. I heard my mom say that she thought Clara’s mom may lose her house.”
“What?” I frowned and felt a nerve jumping in my neck. “I thought she had insurance money.”
“It’s gone.” His voice sounded normal, but the words seemed to reverberate in my mind. Well, really only one word. Gone. Gone. Gone. It was like the clanging of a gong against my temple.
“I’ll see if I can give her some money.” I shook my head, trying to shake the inevitable headache I knew was coming.
Luke made a face. “For the rest of her life?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed and looked away from him again. “I gotta go.”
“Think about the fight. It could solve a lot of problems.” Luke made one last passionate plea. “And giving Clara’s mom a bunch of money may make you feel better.”
“I guess.” I shrugged, but a light in my head went off at his words.
“You can even help Eden with her tuition.”
“Yeah.”
“When are they coming home though? I seriously haven’t seen Eden or Riley in ages.”
“Eden was home a few weekends ago.” I opened the front door. “And Riley’s not my family so I have no clue what she is doing.”
“Is she dating anyone?” he asked curiously, and my heart stopped for a second.
“Who knows?” I looked at the wall, trying to ignore the tightening of my chest. “I don’t have her call me with updates.”
“She knows better than that. They both do. Who needs a father with a shotgun when you’ve got a brother that can fight them off with his hands?”
“She’s not my sister,” I muttered. “And I don’t beat guys off of anyone.”
“What about if it’s for a million dollars?”
“Luke.” I stared at his goofy smile for a second and then shook my head. “I swear, if we weren’t friends I would smack you.”
“Lucky for me, we’ve been friends since we were kids.” He laughed. “I’m too pretty to be bruised.”
“But I guess I’m ugly enough to stand a few scrapes and cuts?”
“You’re handsome enough to look even hotter with a few scars.” Luke shrugged. “It’ll just make more women want you.”
“I don’t want more women to like me.”
“You have to get over Clara at some point, Hudson.” Luke’s voice was suddenly serious, and once again I froze at his words. “I know it hurts, but—”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I quickly walked over to the door. “I’m out. I’ll see you later to shoot some hoops?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you at the court. I still...”
I didn’t hear the rest of Luke’s words as I immediately closed the door and walked to my car.
I decided to go swimming as soon as I got home. I was lucky enough to live in an apartment complex that had an Olympic-size pool. I wasn’t really sure how Rosemead Apartments had gotten the money to put in any sort of pool, but I wasn’t complaining. I walked through the parking lot filled with old and rusting cars and tried to ignore the crowd of guys huddled at the end of the parking lot, talking loudly and passing something around in a small bag. I could guess at what was in the bag, but I didn’t really want to know. I didn’t want anything to do with the other guys who lived in the Rosemead complex. I didn’t need any trouble.
I noticed a young blond guy with a marine buzz cut staring at me, and I started jogging to get away from them. I wished moving out were as easy. I hated living here at Rosemead; I absolutely hated it, but I felt like I needed to. Not because I couldn’t afford to live anywhere else. But this was for Clara. This was to make her happy.