“Pissed, then, and that’s very understandable.”
Great. Now Connie was speaking to Kit like he was some sort
of wild animal—all soft voice and wary like they might frighten him into
running. Hudson might be a king, but Kit could queen out with the best of them,
and he was about ready to get his bitch on.
“But give us a chance to explain,” Connie finished. “And
coffee. We’re going to need coffee. Lots of coffee.”
“Fine.” Kit stomped into the living area and sat down while
Hudson and Connie made themselves something to drink.
“Would you like me to freshen yours?” Hudson asked,
approaching Kit cautiously.
“I’m good but thanks,” Kit answered, glaring.
A few minutes later both of them sat on the couch across
from Kit. If he wasn’t so mad at everyone in general, he’d feel bad. Hudson
looked worried, and Connie was flat out green.
