Kit snorted. When the time was right? Right for whom? Yeah, he’d heard that one before.
“But I’m the one who is responsible for this, not Connie. It was my decision not to tell you yet,” Hudson said, taking a step toward Kit, holding his hand out.
Kit pointed his finger at Hudson. “No. We’re not getting all touchy-feely until I get some answers.” Every time they touched him, he lost his mind. “Start talking.”
“Why don’t we sit down? In fact, I think I need caffeine for this conversation. Kit? Please?” Connie asked. “Obviously, you’re upset—”
“Pissed is the term you’re looking for,” Kit snapped.
