KAIA'S POV
Before I could respond to Amara's request, the sound of a phone vibrating broke the quiet. Hudson pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, then muttered, “Excuse me a sec,” before swiping to answer.
I kept still, listening despite myself. His voice dropped low, calm and clipped, as he spoke with someone on the other end. I couldn’t catch every word, but the way he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose told me it wasn’t a lighthearted chat.
When he finally ended the call, he let the phone slip from his hand, dropping it lazily onto the seat beside him.
“Who was that?” Amara asked, her tone sharper than casual curiosity.
“Vince,” Hudson replied simply.
Through the rearview mirror, I caught Amara’s expression—an exaggerated roll of her eyes, followed by a scoff l
