Looking for You (Oh Captain, My Captain #1) by Lindsay Paige, Mary Smith Page A

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.
    “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were the same person.” She kisses my cheek, throws money on the table, and races out the door.
    I sit there for a moment thinking about everything that Lacey said. I can’t believe that Hudson would be married. However, Lacey makes a valid point. I put some money on the table and head out the door. I have several clients to follow-up with today, so I spend most of the afternoon in my car traveling.
    I start thinking more and more about Hudson and the possibility of him being married. I don’t want it to be true. I can’t even imagine that it is. Every thought keeps running through my head about this situation. It’s starting to consume me, and I decide that I need to talk to him. On my last stop of the day, I sit in the doctor’s parking lot and call him.
    “Hey beautiful, what ya calling for?” His voice sounds surprised. I can hear a lot of noise around him.
    “Are you at work?”
    “Nope, just out with some friends. What’s up?”
    I don’t know how to bring this up. Do I say it on the phone? He’s with his friends and probably doesn’t want to say anything. This might be better in person.
    “Um, I was just wondering if you were still coming for dinner tonight?”
    “Yep, I’m leaving in just a few. Why?”
    “Well, I’m not too far from Portland. I could come to your place?” I don’t know why I said it. Maybe to hear his reaction?
    “That’s not going to work for me. I’ll just see you at your place. Okay?”
    Oh my God, he is married. I lay my head on my steering wheel on the verge of banging my head. I’m so stupid. I’ve been seeing this guy for almost two months, and I didn’t even realize that he’s married.
    “Ellie? Are you still there?”
    “What?” I come back to the conversation.
    “I said I’ll see you in about an hour, okay?”
    “Okay.” I hang up quickly, before anything else can be said. I pull out of the parking lot and head home. The tears are on the brim of my eyes, ready to fall.
    The moment I get in my house, I head straight for the wine bottle. I need to calm myself before I confront Hudson. I go and sit on my back porch, gulping my wine. Looking out my back porch and hearing the sounds of nature is what I need to relax. However, the longer I sit there, the more upset I become. I don’t feel like Hudson is married, but the signs are there. I just can’t believe it though. He doesn’t seem like the type. What if I confront him and he just leaves?
    “Ellie!” I hear Hudson call from the kitchen. I stand up and head his way. “You enjoying the nice evening?” He smiles at me.
    “Hudson,” I shift uncomfortably, “we need to talk about something very important that I think you’re hiding from me.”
    Shock washes over his face. I can see his eyes widen. My heart races as I open my mouth, “Why haven’t I been to your apartment yet?”
    He looks confused for a moment. “It’s basically just a