10
BRANTLEY
I nodded to Hudson as I took what had become my regular seat at O’Kelley’s for the week. I was getting sick of eating bar food, but with my kitchen still a disaster and things with Valentina not great, I had no choice.
It didn’t take long for Hudson to walk over with a glass of water for me. He’d gotten used to me being there and understood when I told him I didn’t drink much during the season.
“Chicken sandwich?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Any sides tonight?”
“Got any salad stuff?”
Hudson chuckled. “Actually, Charlie said he could make you a salad. He doesn’t have a lot of dressing options, but could do something if you’re open to options.”
“No shit.”
Hudson nodded. “Trying to please our customers. We have lettuce, tomato, onion, stuff like that for burgers, so Charlie said he
