What if you have terrible pitch?” he asks.
“You’d love me anyway,” I reply, and his smile overtakes his whole face.
“I would,” he says. “Doesn’t mean I’d karaoke with you, though.”
“Hey!” I poke him, laughing.
But Remy says, “I’ll sing with you, cher,” and Hudson tosses him a death glare—which makes us all break out into more laughter