EPILOGUE
GOLDIE
“Paul, grab that box,” I hissed to my teenager.
He shoved his phone in his pocket and rolled his eyes like only a teenager can. I swear, it was like his eyes were double-jointed. Or whatever the equivalent was for something that wasn’t a joint.
I pasted a smile on my face and followed him into the house. It was gorgeous. I was a little surprised when Anna told me she didn’t make any changes to it and that it was all Hudson. Then again, he loved her, so I knew he had good taste.
“Thank you guys for helping,” Hudson said as he passed us on the way out the door for more boxes.
Paul grumbled something that was, thankfully, unintelligible, and I plastered my smile on and prayed Hudson wasn’t offended by my highly offensive teen.
Hudson snorted and kept going. Maybe he was
