“Because of what you just said.”
She rolls her eye. “Ellie, come on, you know me way better than that. I love you. I’m actually very glad that you found someone that likes you for you. Besides, if anyone deserves to be spoiled, it’s you. Does he have a brother? Or cousin? Someone you could hook me up with?” She smiles at me.
I shake my head. “Um, I talked to Hudson about meeting you. He texted me this morning and said that we could do it next week?”
“You know I’ll make time to meet Prince-Freakin-Charming.” She smiles at me.
I giggle at her. As we finish our lunch, we talk about some mutual clients that we have and the ins and outs of our jobs.
“So, what are you doing tonight?” Lacey asks.
“Hudson is coming over, since he is going to be gone pretty much the rest of this week.”
“Where is he going?”
“Out of town for work.”
“He seems to travel a lot to be an architect.”
I shrug. I have no clue how much an architect travels.
“What kind of project is he working on?”
“I don’t know.”
Lacey just shakes her head at me. I know that she cares about stuff like that, but I just care about being with Hudson.
“I meant to ask you what his place is like. Where does he live in Portland?”
“I’ve never been to his place. I don’t know where he lives.”
She looks confused. “You’ve never been to his place.”
I shake my head. “He likes mine, because it’s not in the city.”
Lacey sits silent for a moment, lost in thought. “I think he’s married,” she finally states.
“What?” I yell so loud that people actually turn and look at me. ‘What?” I say a little bit softer.
“Think about it: he ‘travels’ a lot, you don’t go to hi
s place, and he never takes you out. He has to be married.”
“Hang on,” I put my elbow on the table and rub my head, “we’ve gone out in public. I went to dinner with his sister.”
“Yeah, in Seattle,” she clarifies.
I stare at her, and my mind begins to wonder. Could she be right? Is Hudson married? Lacey’s right. We don’t go out in Portland. He’s always coming to me. I don’t know anything about his travels, and he hardly talks about work.
“Wait,” I look at Lacey, leaning in closer, “don’t men have affairs to have sex? I’m not giving him that. You know that.”
“Well, I don’t know, but you need to get more information before your sugar daddy’s crazy-ass wife knocks on your door.”
“He’s not my ‘sugar daddy.’” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’m not even sure what that means.
She gives me a pointed look. “Well, he’s spoiling you, therefore he’s a sugar daddy.” She quickly looks at her watch. “I’ve got to go. Text me the date of this dinner, so I can kick his married ass.”
“Five minutes ago you called him Prince Charming,” I remind her.