To his surprise, there was no urgency as they started for the motel. Instead, Huck strolled beside him like the singer was content to only talk to Keyon all night.
They took a path that led away from the lake, and Huck complained the entire way. He started with the reporters stalking him and continued with how much he missed his privacy. During Huck’s rant, Keyon discovered that the man wasn’t a simple wedding singer, and this wasn’t a one-time performance. The Huck River Band was becoming well known. The more people watched them online and booked gigs, the more reporters hounded him and his band.
“If you hate it, why don’t you quit?” Keyon asked as they headed toward the buildings. As his shoes hit a cement sidewalk toward the parking lot, Keyon waited for Huck’s answer like every word was a precious gem. Fuck, he hated how he liked the warm feeling Huck gave him. He also hated how he enjoyed Huck’s voice. Damn it, but he could listen to Huck forever.