17
FINLEY
Hudson was right. I kind of hated it, but I couldn’t really deny it. Not when it was staring me in the damn face. The entire drive to and from my appointment today, Hudson told me not to trust Trent. That he was just being nice in order to get what he wanted. My baby.
I told him it wasn’t true. That Trent was backing off. That his lawyer even told my lawyer they were not looking for anything right now. That Trent told him he was backing off the legal side of things. But Hudson just wouldn’t give.
And now, I was stuck in Trent’s giant f*****g mansion with no way to get home without asking him for a ride. s**t.
I turned to walk into the house, hoping to find another exit. Maybe Karissa could come get me. She said she wasn’t doing anything. I knew she was working, but—
“Please
