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“Perhaps we will stay for one drink and I can have Colton make sure Starr finds her way back to the hotel if she wants to stay longer. Last I heard he was planning on going,” Hudson suggests, his arm around my waist tightening.
“As appealing as that sounds, I’m not leaving my sister at a bar with a bunch of people that I don’t know.”
“What am I, twelve?” Starr huffs.
“Sometimes I wonder.” My gaze slides to her just in time to see her flip me off. “My point exactly.” I laugh.
“It’s Colton.” Hudson gives me a knowing look.
“Fine. But if he tries any funny business with my sister I will chop his nuts off,” I warn.
Hudson’s laughter rumbles through him seconds later. “Hey, they’re his balls not mine.” He shrugs, a wide smile lighting up his face.
“Need I remind you I’m a married woman?” Starr interjects. “Anyone touches me and my husband will do more than chop their balls off.”
“She’s probably right there.” Mark is fiercely protective over Starr.
“Colton will take good care of you. He’s like a brother to me.”
“Colton is good people. I wouldn’t leave you with him if I didn’t trust him,” I agree.
“If you didn’t trust me with what?” Colton steps up next to Hudson, clearly catching the ass end of my statement.
“You’re on sister duty tonight,” Hudson tells him. “Colton, this is Starr.” Hudson gestures to my sister. “I think you may have seen each other before but have likely not been formerly introduced.”
“Hey, Colton.” Starr takes the hand Colton extends to her.
“Nice to officially meet you, Starr.” He grins, releasing her hand before his gaze is back on Hudson. “Now what am I doing?”
“We’re gonna go have a drink with everyone, but Lennon and I would like a little time alone together and thought maybe you could keep Starr company at the bar until she’s ready to leave. Then see to it that she makes it to her hotel room safely.”
“I can do that.” He nods with zero hesitation. I’m starting to believe there isn’t a thing Colton wouldn’t do for Hudson.
“Perfect. Then it’s settled,” Starr interjects. “Can we go now?”
“Let’s do it.” Colton spins, leading the rest of us down a long corridor to the back entrance that’s still being guarded by security.
It becomes clear why when I see Annabelle standing off to the side, signing autographs for a few people who have been waiting, no doubt knowing this is where the artists exit. Two security guards flank her sides and keep the small crowd contained while Annabelle works to sign and snap pictures with each of them.
As much as I dislike her, I have to admit it’s a pretty sweet thing for her to do considering she could have let security sweep her off.
The door has no more than latched behind us when several gazes slide to Hudson and a few cries come from the crowd. Some of the fans shift in his direction.
He glances at me and I nod, giving him the go ahead he doesn’t actually need. As selfish as I want to be with him, I would never expect him to walk away from meeting his fans on my behalf. Most of these people will likely never get an opportunity like this again. While I’m lucky enough to call this amazing man mine.
Mine.
That’s what I think about as I watch him sign autographs and snap pictures, getting a front row seat to what every artist should strive to be like. He isn’t stiff or forced. He’s natural, smiling, offering hugs, seeming just as happy to be there with them as they are to meet him.
That’s the thing about Hudson James. He’s one of a kind. Talent is the beginning with this man. He has so much more to offer than just his ability to play music and it’s clear his fans can see it to.
Starr stands off to the side next to me, seeming to really grasp the reality of her situation. I know the moment it sets in when she starts snapping pictures of Hudson signing autographs and then moments later I get a notification on Instagram where she tagged me in a post that reads‘Just hanging out watching Hudson James do his thing’under a candid shot of Hudson, pen in hand, smiling at a teenage girl probably no older than fourteen.
“I hope you know how lucky you are.” Starr leans in as I’m looking at the picture.
“Trust me, I do,” I say, my gaze going back to Hudson. “I really, really do.”
