Hudson shut the door to Rachel’s house after the last guest. “I’m glad that’s over.”
From her position on the sofa, Rachel kicked off her pumps and flexed her feet. “It was good, though. To hear all the stories.”
“John was well loved.” Hudson crossed back to the living room, slipping off his dress uniform coat and draping it over a chair. “Want a drink?”
“God, yes. There’s wine in the kitchen.”
He poured her a glass, then cracked open the fridge to grab a beer. But there wasn’t one. Because Rachel didn’t drink beer, and John hadn’t lived here in three months. Wishing for something stronger now, he splashed some more of the wine into a second glass for himself and went back to join Rachel on the sofa.
“I’m glad everybody shared their pictures.” She took the wine and continued to scroll
