Page 9 of Amelia and Her Prince Charming

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Hudson set Quinn down and took her hand to spin her around. I held out my hand and he spun me around as well. Quinn and I were like twin records, playing side by side.

I was so out of breath and smiling so hard, that when we held the note on the last word of the song, I had to take several breaths to carry it out. But Hudson was able to hold the note the entire time. He stopped spinning me and our gazes met as the final note cut off. And time stopped.

The music and cheers were muffled behind the buzzing in my ears. His intense blue eyes locked on mine, and suddenly it was impossible to breathe.

Then Quinn’s arms went around my waist, and I was sucked back into the real world, where my chest was rising and falling energetically as I caught my breath, and Rosie was queuing up the next song for her brothers to sing.

I stumbled back to my seat, my heart pounding way harder than was justified from spinning around a few times. Hudson joined us, acting normal. Like he always did. Friendly. Helpful. Completely adoring Quinn.

So why was I feeling so off-kilter?

Chapter 5

Matchmaking Mommas Group Chat

Rosie

Welcome to the dark side, my friends.

Gage

Are there any moms in this text group?

Rosie

No. We’re going to play matchmaker to a mom. Amelia.

Bret

I’m in.

Gage

Uh. Who are we setting her up with?

Gage

All the guys on the team love her … like a friend. Despite what Hot Goss Magazine says.

Bret

Hudson.

Rosie

Hudson.

Jinx.

Gage

Why isn’t Dylan in the chat?

Rosie

My lovely fiancé is too soft to play in the matchmaking big leagues.

And I don’t want him to give Hudson a heads up.

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