13
After my lunch with Trinity, I sat at the bar and talked to Hudson for a few minutes. He scowled at everyone who walked by, and he looked like he needed a break.
“What’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you look like you’re going to rip someone’s head off. What the hell?”
“I’m fine,” he snapped.
“Yeah, and you sound like it, too.”
“Finley knows Anna makes me crazy. Why would she send that woman over here to get their lunch?”
My brows shot up. “Seriously? This attitude is still because of Anna? What is your deal with her?”
“She just gets under my skin. I don’t deal well with her. And Finley knows that.”
“Don’t get mad at Fin. When’s the last time you had a day off?”
“I don’t get days off. I own the place.”
“Hudson, you need time off.”
“Rissa, I love you, but
