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Us.
Hudson’s gaze holds mine.
“What?” he says, his voice bitter, but also tired. I note the way he glances around us, the way he tenses.
“Talk to me.”
Hudson shoves me aside, trying to move past me, but I grab his hand and he stops.
An older man, dressed in a grey suit stops next to us.
“I’m going to need you two to sit down,” he says solidly. “We’re about to—”
“Just a second.” I hold up my hand. Hudson’s eyes widen with a mixture of fear and anger, but also shock.
“There a problem, Kelly?” Alex’s voice is firm, but not angry.
“I just want a moment of your time, Huds. That’s it.”
Hudson runs his hand over his face as Paul comes up beside us, Mandy and Mack already vacating their chairs.
“I need you all to take your seats,” the old man says as Mack asks, “What the hell is going on?”
The music starts playing, some classical rendition of My Chemical Romance’sThe Black Parade,judging by the opening notes.
“I can’t do this right now,” Hudson says, pulling his arm from my grip. “And you’re only making it worse by doing thisrightnow.”
“Hudson, are you okay?” Mandy asks, and the anger that flashes in his eyes is unmistakable.
“I shouldn’t have come here,” Hudson mutters, finally getting away from me and taking a seat toward the back, between others so there’s no room for me to follow.
The song continues on, and everyone is staring. Suddenly, I feel so on the spot. My cheeks heat, and I look around to find Mandy, who is waving me over. I hurry up to sit behind her.
“Shit, I just made it worse,” I say, swallowing hard.
She settles her hand on my arm and gives me a squeeze before looking over her shoulder.
“It’s okay. There’s still plenty of time. He didn’t leave.”
“Not yet,” I mutter, sinking into my seat and waiting for the grooms to walk down the aisle.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Hudson
The second the ceremony is done, and we’re told to wait in the reception area, I jump up from my seat and rush to the bar. Paul and Andre are right behind me, asking me if I’m okay.
“Just need a drink,” I say.
The bartender comes over smiling.
“What can I get you?” she looks between the three of us.
“Whiskey. A double, please,” I say.
“Same,” Andre says.
“Don’t want to be difficult. Whiskey is fine,” Paul chimes in.
