Crossing Hudson by Mandy M. Roth

Author:Mandy M. Roth [Roth, Mandy M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Raven Books
Published: 2016-01-14T07:00:00+00:00

11

Chapter 11

“Who restored the woodwork here?” Hudson asked as he glanced around my house. Technically it was an apartment, but it was the entire third floor above the bar, so it was huge.

I shrugged. “I did. I suffer from nightmares so I often try to find anything to do in place of sleeping.”

“This is amazing work. There are so many recessed areas that this must have been a huge undertaking.”

“No, it wasn’t that bad. I grew up watching a man do things like that all the time. He could build anything he wanted. Not just make a shelf or things like that. I mean anything. He made sure every piece of furniture he did was perfect. Once, I watched him spend ten months on a dining room table set. It was worth every minute. The ornate legs alone were worth all that time. He’d put the tiniest of wolf heads and these symbols that I’ve no clue what they meant on each leg. To someone just glancing at it, it looked like a fancy pattern of swirls. But up close you could see exactly what he’d done.”

Hudson’s brows drew together, the rest of his expression guarded. “Was this your grandfather, father, what?”

The way he asked said he already knew the answer.

Odd.

“No.” I slipped my boots off as I headed towards the bathroom in my bedroom. Glancing back, I found Hudson looking at me oddly. “I’d offer for you to make yourself comfortable, but I can’t seem to find living room furniture I like since the man I grew up around ruined me. I can’t walk in and just buy a sofa that was mass produced. Not when I watched a man build the most beautiful white sofa with his bare hands. Jude has bought me at least fifty different ones. He thinks I’m kidding about not wanting something impersonal. I’m not. I opted for the variety of pillows instead.”

One half of the room was covered in pillows of various shapes and sizes. They varied in color. Some were pale yellow, some were white. They didn’t look too bad and they were extremely comfortable. At least I thought so.

Hudson looked around, put his back to me and stared at my bookshelves. “I take it you like to read.”

“Yep,” I said, undoing my jeans and sliding them off without a second thought. “I own a television. It’s hiding in behind that cream screen over there. JP watches it at times.”

“You never told me who the man was you watched work while you were younger.”

“It doesn’t really matter,” I said softly, sadness washing over me. “To him I was a ghost.”

Hudson stiffened, but didn’t turn around. “I heard you when I first came in, when you were talking about the guy you called Cowboy. The one I reminded you of. Is that who you watched work?”

I slumped, emotionally defeated when it came to talk of Cowboy and I wasn’t sure why Hudson was so stuck on all this. “You didn’t just remind me of him, Hudson.

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