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“Dad says he’s done with Mitchell’s after this. Finally he listened to us.” She huffs.
“Only took him two years.” I snort.
“You good here?”
“Yeah, I’ve got this covered. There’s not a ton I can do right now anyway. Once I go through and check all this to make sure we got the right items and everything is in good shape, I think I’m gonna head over to Manor house and check in with the crew. I want to see how they’re getting along with that load bearing beam.” Manor house is the other project we have going on the other side of town.
“Okay, sounds good. We’ll make plans to meet for dinner in the next few days, yeah? I’m dying for some girl time.”
“I’m in. You name the time and place.”
“Maybe we can wait until Hudson’s back in town and go on a double,” she suggests.
“I thought you wanted girl time.”
“I do, but I’d be willing to trade it for some sexy eye candy. Besides, I’m pretty curious to see how he’s changed. I mean I Googled him but that doesn’t count.”
“You Googled him?” I gawk at her.
“What? He’s a country artist who’s album is picking up major steam. Did you know it jumped to number eight overall on iTunes this week?”
“It did?” I say, kind of shocked.
I mean, I know Hudson is very talented and his album is amazing–it’s just weird to think of him that way. I guess I don’t see him as Hudson James the Country Star. To me he is and will always be Hudson Demasi: the quick witted, sexy man I met at a bar five years ago.
“Your man’s a big deal, Len.”
“I’m starting to gather that.” I blow out a breath.
“Hey.” She crouches down next to me, her hand coming to my shoulder. “Country star or not, he’s lucky to call you his girl. Don’t get caught up in the hype of it all. He’s just a boy and you’re just a girl.”
“Thanks, Em.” I smile when she drops a kiss to the top of my head before standing.
“Alright, chicka. I’m out. Call me if you need me.”
“Will do. Love you,” I call after her.
“Love you too.”
——
Hudson:Tell me you miss me as much as I miss you.
Ireread Hudson’s messageat least ten times over, the swarm of butterflies in my belly seeming to catch me a little off guard.
I’m in bed at my condo. It’s just after midnight. Normally I would be sound asleep but for whatever reason I’ve been restless for the last couple of hours, tossing and turning, not able to get comfortable.
Me:I miss you more.
I type out after a full minute has passed.
Hudson:Not possible.
Me:Totally possible.
Hudson:Don’t argue with me, woman.
Me:Don’t you argue with me, country star.
