“Jesus, she has kittens on the brain,” Griffin grumbled.
“We’ll call my publicist,” Hudson said, ignoring his brother.“See what she thinks.”He turned to his brother.“But if we can prove that motherfucker broke into Lucy’s place, I want that bastard to do as much time as possible.”
“Agreed.”Griffin gave a clipped nod.“Get your girl home.I’ll keep you in the loop.”
“Appreciate it.”Hudson stepped back as I gave Griffin a quick hug, knowing he wasn’t big on the warm and fuzzies but wanting to convey my gratitude all the same.
Hudson rested a hand at the small of my back.“Let’s get you home, baby.I’ll leave my truck here.”
Griffin caught the keys Hudson tossed his way.“I’ll get one of the boys to drop it off.”
Hudson gripped my steering wheel with white knuckles as we pulled away from the curb, headed for home.
“Baby, I’m okay.”I put a reassuring hand on his forearm, the muscle flexing tightly beneath my fingers.
“I want to wring that asshole’s neck,” he ground out.
“I bet he has one of those spindly little necks—like Popeye,” I mused.
He snorted.“Popeye, huh?I never thought about it, but he kind of does.”
“Your hands would probably wrap around it twice.”
“Only you could make me want to laugh in this situation.”He squeezed my thigh affectionately.“I hate how it happened, but I don’t hate the idea of telling the world you’re mine.”As we stopped at a red light, he looked at me with such unfathomable affection, my heart thumped in answer.
And as he pulled through the intersection, taking the right that would lead us to the house I now called home, I couldn’t deny that I felt the same way.
[Nashville, TN] — Hudson Carter is happy to share that he’s recently begun a new chapter in his personal life.TheGrammy-winningartist is officially off the market and in a serious relationship with Georgetown graduate and editor, Lucy Kincaid.
Those close to the couple say the connection is genuine, grounded, and rooted in shared values.Both are focused on their future, and they appreciate the support and kindness from fans.
Hudson remains deeply grateful for the continued love surrounding his music and looks forward to an exciting year ahead, both professionally and personally.
At this time, the artist kindly asks for privacy and understanding as they navigate this new chapter in theirlives.
Katie grinned after she finished reading the article from her phone as we stood around a round table at the humane society fundraiser that evening.“That was quick.”She shot me a wink.“I like it.”
“Sharon is good,” I replied, referring to Hudson’s publicist, who I’d liked immediately when the three of us had gotten on a call.She’d taken the news in stride and moved swiftly while remaining sensitive to our concerns.The statement had been published an hour ago.
“Any word on the bottom-feeder?”Katie asked as Greta joined us, looking gorgeous, her rosy cheeks free of flour for once.
“Cops pulled him over but didn’t have cause to keep him.”I wrinkled my nose in distaste.
“Well, hopefully this took the wind out of his sails.”Greta gave my hand a squeeze.
“How’s the silent auction?”I asked Katie, wanting the attention off me, but I was also genuinely curious.
“Going well so far.”She smiled proudly.“We’ve already hit our goal.I think we might surpass it.”
Hudson appeared at my side and wrapped his arm around my waist.“Where did you go?”I asked him, smiling as he kissed my temple.
“Making sure they surpassed their goal,” he whispered in my ear.
I beamed at him, falling more for him with every passing moment.
“You’re not going to drag me over to look at the dogs and cats?”Hudson gestured to the animals the humane society had brought in to encourage additional fundraising and potential adoption.“Are you feeling okay?”he demanded, a teasing spark in his eyes.
“I figure you’ve dealt with enough today.”I snuggled closer to him.
