Does that mean I'm prepared to run into him? Nope. Not one bit. I am less impressed when my best friend requests he and I plan a joint bachelor party. Of course I'd be stuck with the man who broke my heart. Why would the universe stop at a simple encounter?
It would be a piece of cake if Hudson returned to New York and stopped taking over the streets of our hometown. Instead, he decides it's time for a walk down memory lane.
I refuse to get caught up in everything that is Hudson. From his tailored suits to his dazzling smile and coffee delivery, the man yells trouble for my heart. A second chance is not part of my plans, but it seems said heart has other ideas. I don't think I'll recover from another Hudson-heartbreak.