He finished, and straightened. “There. Now it blends in with the general brownness of the dress.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Neither of us said anything else. Hudson didn’t go back to his seat. The silence seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe that was just me.
His eyes were a warm brown, gentle but intense. “You know … I never gave you a good-bye kiss.”
It was hard to breathe. “Oh. That’s right.”
“I was supposed to do that so you wouldn’t be lying.”
“Yeah,” I said. Had I actually told Robin Hood that I was going to kiss Hudson, or had I merely implied it? But then, it was better to be safe than sorry.
The suggestion of a smile played on Hudson’s lips. “We’d better kiss now so fireworks don’t go off around your head.” Fireworks. I nodded. Somehow I couldn’t speak anymore.
He leaned toward me gradually, as though giving me time to change my mind. I shut my eyes and let his lips come down on mine.
Hudson wasn’t in a hurry to say good-bye. The kiss was slow, caressing. All the bumps of the road and the sway of the carriage seemed to fade away, replaced by the beating of my heart. I didn’t remember putting my free hand around his neck, but it was there somehow, twining through his hair. His arm moved from the back of the seat to my shoulders. I liked the feel of his arm around me. I felt envel-oped, cared for. When he lifted his head from mine, my mind was spinning.
I blinked at him. “Well, you certainly have a way with good-byes.” 283/356
He smiled, amused, then moved back to sit across from me. I wondered if he really had only kissed me to make sure no sparks went off around my head. Maybe he hadn’t meant to cause the sparks that were now going off inside me.
I waited for him to say something about the kiss, about us. Was he interested, or was he just the type of guy who liked to prove he could turn girls into quivering piles of hormones?
Still smiling, Hudson looked at the baby. “You ought to call him Stetson.”
I tried to keep my voice calm, like the kiss hadn’t really mattered.
“My husband might not appreciate me naming our son after a hat.”
“It’s not like you’re naming him Baseball Cap or Sombrero.” Did he want to be more than friends? Not even that? I wanted to ask, but instead I stared at Junior. He was safe ground. “Can you believe how tiny his fingernails are?”
“They match his tiny fingers.”
“His pinky curves in a little,” I said, noticing it for the first time.
“I’ve never seen that before.”
“It’s not so uncommon.” Hudson lifted his own hand. “Mine are that way.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Hudson’s gaze shot to mine.
I stared back at him, suddenly light-headed. The baby had brown, wavy hair and dark brown eyes like Hudson. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks.
Instead of blushing, the coloring dropped from Hudson’s face. He clenched his jaw. This was not a good indication that he wanted to be more than friends.
When he at last spoke, it was with marked frustration. “Chrissy said she went to the future and got your baby.” 284/356
I nodded, still blushing.
“But she’s your fairy godmother, so she probably didn’t want to risk your child. I’m just a nameless extra who’s messing up the story.
She would have thought it was dramatic justice to take my baby instead.”
I gulped, finally able to breathe. He hadn’t connected the details the same way I had. “You don’t think I’m the mother?” Hudson’s gaze swept over the baby. “He doesn’t look anything like you, and he loves it when I hold him—he probably recognizes me.” Hudson leaned back against his seat, folded his arms, and let out an exasperated breath. “He’s my kid, and his name is Stetson.” But I knew he was mine. He had calmed down at the sound of my voice. I wasn’t about to relinquish him. “The story is about the miller’s daughter. Rumpelstiltskin bought my child, not yours. Why would Chrissy have brought the guard’s son into the fairy tale?” Hudson waved a hand in my direction. “You’re not actually a miller’s daughter. Your father is a librarian. Chrissy is improvising and she doesn’t care whose baby she steals for the story. Fairies don’t follow rules.”
“They must have some rules because they have a magical alliance.”
Hudson shook his head. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.
He looks just like my baby pictures. Trust me, he’s mine.” There was no point in arguing about it. “Fine,” I said, wrapping an arm around Junior possessively. “He’s ours.” I meant for the duration of the trip, but Hudson understood what I hadn’t meant to say. I could see the realization dawning on his face.