Page 63 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“Now you’ve got me here,Precious Princess,what you gonna do with me?”

“You don’t dance.”

I tilt my head toward the music. “You pull a southern man onto the dance floor, he’s not gonna just leave you standin’ there by yourself.”

Her lips part. “You dance?”

“Guess we’re gonna find out.”

I pull her closer and I know for a fact she’s been boot scootin’ with Brooklyn and Blake. Plus, I’ve seen her many times on the dance floor at Moose’s. I know she can move. She just doesn’t know that I can too. My grandmama taught me, and they say it’s like riding a bike.

I place one hand over her shoulder, cupping her neck as her hand rests on my forearm. My other hand cups hers, it’s soft and warm, just like her. I walk her backward as our feet pick up the beat, then we join the crowd.

“Hudson!” she squeals as I spin her, in true boot-scootin’ style. “You’re the devil for lyin’ to me!”

I grin. “Shhh, I’m tryin’ to count, it’s been a hot minute since I did this.”

She laughs and I spin her, holding one hand, then spin her back as she lands in my arms. She shimmies next to me as we walk the line, then I do it again, flipping her out in a spin, and pulling her back in. “No freakin’ way GP!” She wraps her arms around my neck as I move her around the room.

I can’t help but grin too, I can’t remember when I’ve let loose like this and really enjoyed myself.

I take her hands over her head as she moves in front, her back to me, and she shakes that little ass as I move my feet in time with her, making sure to lead her forward so she doesn’t fall. I know what a klutz she is.

“Surprised?”

“When did you learn to move?” She glances back at me, her face flushed and that makes me wanna spin her a hundred more times.

“Mind your business.”

She throws her head back and laughs. I wrap my arms around her waist as we continue to move, the crowd of dancers all enjoying the groove. “You know your times comin’, Hudson Nash,” she tells me. I love how her southern accent comes out when she’s been drinking. “I’m gonna own that title one day at Moose’s.”

“You wish,” I tease. “Not gonna happen.”

“Uh, huh. I’ve been practicing.”

I laugh. “Since when?”

I spin her back and start like we did from the beginning, facing one another as our feet move and I hold her neck, and her waist. “Since forever. You’re goin’ down and sweet Jesus it’s gonna be a fine day when I claim that title.”

I shake my head. “You wish. Keep dreamin’,Blue Belle.Moose’s isn’t for pretty little southern belles, it’s for roughnecks like me.”

“I can be a roughneck.”

I chuckle. “Nah, you’re not foolin’ me. You ain’t never gonna be a roughneck even if you tried.”

I spin her out again and I realize watching her laugh and enjoy herself could be my new favorite pastime. She falls about laughing when she slams into my chest, then she lets go and starts to walk around me, strutting her stuff as I watch, hardly able to wipe the smile off my face. She’s playing with fire and weboth know it. Her palm presses against my chest as she circles, and I can’t do anythin’ but encourage her.

“That how a country girl moves?”

“Yep.”

“You got any other moves?”

“Uh, huh.” She bumps my hip with hers and I burst out laughing. She does too and it makes me feel like a kid again. For a few moments I forget what we’re doing. I forget there’s such a big age-gap between us. I’m almost forty. She’s still young. So fucking young.

“What do you call that?”

“The bump and grind?” She walks back the other way and I pull her into me, linking our fingers as we reverse turn. The song changes and it’s even faster. “You sure you don’t need a breather,old man?”

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