Page 29 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I put it down to the fact I was elated for Hart and Gray. That, mingled with the freedom of Friday night, and three glasses of wine — then Hudson smelling hot, had me in a spin. Any girl could have a slip. It doesn’t matter whether I got off or not, imagining my brother’s best friend — a man I love to annoy — is a problem, but my head is pounding and what’s done is done. I can’t undo it. Yes, I’m a complete idiot, and I can only imagine how Hudson is going to react when he sees me again. The one thing I can’t forget is the fact he kissed me back the second time. There’s no freaking way I could have imagined that.

I try to tell myself that everything is going to be fine. It’s business as usual as I shower and get dressed for yoga and do atidy up in my kitchen, living and dining area. I’m like the damn cleaning fairy.

I’m in complete denial during the whole hour that Autumn and I are fully emerged in our vinyasa flow.

We’re in a downward facing dog, peddling our heels when Autumn whispers, “Are you okay, George?”

“Totally,” I whisper back, wondering if I’m acting a little off somehow. I don’t see how I can be; I’m trying to keep my mind from wandering and yoga is supposed to help with that. “My sleep was a little scattered.”Between launching myself at Hudson in the truck last night, and us sharing a hot, illicit round of kisses — then helping myself to several deep orgasms with my magic bullet, things are a little hazy.

“Mine too.” She giggles as the instructor tells us to raise our right leg in a three-legged dog.

“Oh, boy. Not my brother again,” I sigh, trying to square my hips and shoulders without falling flat on my face. “Please, no details.”

“I am a newlywed,” she reminds me.

“Like that would stop you.”

We come to a plank, bringing knee to nose and then settle into pigeon pose on the mat.

I’m dying to confess to someone about the whole debacle, but I can hardly do it at the back of my yoga class with another dozen people scattered around the room. That would be rude. I stay silent for now; this is yoga after all. I’m sure Autumn doesn’t need to be burdened with my new-found Hudson problems.

“It probably wouldn’t stop me,” she whispers as we stretch forward.

“So, you recommend getting married on a whim?” I can’t help but give her a little wink from under my arm.

“Totally recommend it.”

We hold the pose for a few good seconds, then push back to a downward facing dog and do the three-legged dog to plank pose all over again on the other side. “I think I need a man,” I mumble as we find ourselves back in pigeon pose.

“I recommend that too. It works wonders.”

I laugh.

This date with my bullet is all well and good, but I really want a partner.

I want to findthe one.I truly believed that visualizations would put me into the perfect relationship by now. I seem to be able to find partners for every single other person in my life, including my twin brother.

“Maybe I need to get out more,” I sigh.

“That would be a good start. You won’t meet anyone in your pjs every night.”

I scowl at her. “Not every night! I’m tired by the end of the day.”

She gives me a withering look. “You’re still young, babe.”

We continue our practice without further discussion until we’re rolling up our mats and heading out.

“Maybe we should have a girls’ night before I go to Florida for the wedding,” I suggest as we walk to our cars parked side by side out front.

“That’s a fantastic idea. They’re riding the moose on Thursday.”

I try to resist the urge to not roll my eyes, but it’s a little hard considering that brings up the whole Hudson thing again. Given he’s the champion down at Moose’s. There’s also a fancier wine bar called Piccolos, but Moose’s is always kinda fun. “I’m not exactly sure riding the moose was what I had in mind.”

“Someone is bound to knock Hudson off his moose riding pedestal,” she says. “I think Easton has been trying to give him a run for his money for a while, he’s come pretty close.”

“You’re right, in the fact there could be some cute men,” I ponder, knowing full well it’s the same men every week down at Moose’s. Unless I get lucky and there’s a bunch of hot, cowboys from out of town passing by for the weekend. “That stupid moose riding always brings out the best of them.” Okay, that last part is a little tongue in cheek, but a girl can dream.

She gives me a little smile. “That was sweet of Hudson to give you a ride home last night.”

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