22
HUDSON
I gawked at her back as she stalked away. Was she serious?
“Anna,” I called out.
She didn’t stop.
I followed her down the hall and into the bar. She stopped at the bar where Charlie had her food ready. I caught up to her before she could turn to leave.
“What the hell was that?” I demanded.
“That was you being an asshole.”
“Excuse me? I was trying to help you out.”
“I don’t need your help! I don’t need anything from you. I can’t believe I thought you understood. That I thought you were different. But no. You’re just like every other man who thinks he can make a decision and the little woman is just going to go along with it. Screw you, Hudson Grant. And your insulting offer to control me.”
“Seriously? That’s what you think I was doing?”
“Are you honestly going to stand
