She then took me to a private VIP section where Hudson was waiting for me. He still had on his black suit and his hands were in his pockets as he looked out over the tarmac. The woman sat my luggage down and extended her hands. “Mr. James, Calla Hart is here for you. I hope that you two have an enjoyable trip.” She smiled sweetly and then walked away closing the door behind her. For the first time I was alone with Hudson James. “Nice evening to fly. I love traveling in the evenings, not as many prying eyes. People are too busy doing what they do in their own homes at this time of night.” He turned and looked at me. The girls had put me in a short navy dress with pockets in the front and a sash around the waist. My hair was lying gracefully around my shoulders. I had on red lipstick and I felt like I looked like I just walked out of some sort of movie from the nineteen forties. All that I needed was a hat to complete the look.
