The Fixed Trilogy(Fixed on You, Found in You, Forever With You)(143)

“All the more reason you have to say yes. And that’s exactly why you’re the one he wants. You aren’t caught up in the show that surrounds him. You can’t imagine how few people are.” She pulled her loose blonde hair to one side of her head. “Jesus, Alayna, you’re perfect for him. You have to move in. You’ll break his heart if you don’t. He so obviously loves you.”

Was it really that obvious? “He still hasn’t said it.”

“But didn’t he? Asking you to move in with him…that seems like saying it to me. In the only way Hudson can.”

Just like how he’d needed to show me the night before how he felt about me with his body since he couldn’t say it with words.

Okay. Maybe Celia had a point.

Or she simply understood my lover way better than I did.

“Damn it.” I had wanted to be responsible this time. Wanted to ride this relationship with caution, to not fuck any of it up like I usually did, and here both Hudson and Celia had compelling reasons to throw all caution to the wind. “I do need a new place to live.”

“Get out! This is perfect then. Like, fated or whatever.”

It had been convenient that I’d found Hudson just when Brian had decided to stop supporting me. I hadn’t ever bought into the idea of fate or destiny, but maybe there was something about being meant for each other that deserved to be credited. Or else Hudson merely had impeccable timing. Whatever the reason, we’d found each other, and thinking about the immensity of that made me choke up. “Ah, I can’t talk about this anymore. It’s making me all twitchy and emotional.”

Celia smiled with equally watery eyes. “But you’re going to say yes, right?”

I gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“You are!” Celia clapped her hands together. “I feel like I should hug you. I’m a hugger. But we’re eating and in a restaurant so maybe that would be weird. This will have to do.” She placed her hand over mine and squeezed.

I was beyond grateful that we were at a restaurant because I was not a hugger. The hand squeeze was a good compromise and actually sort of nice. It was good to have a friend that really understood the things I was going through. That’s what Celia was now to me—a friend.

She was still beaming when she took her hand off mine. “When are you going to tell him? Tonight?”

“No. I don’t think so. I have a meeting at eight-thirty so he’s taking me to an early dinner at six and I don’t want to tell him when we’re rushed.”

She frowned. “You have a meeting? Tonight?”

“Yeah. Why do you think that’s weird?” Or was I misreading her expression?

“Not weird. Just horrible that you have to work on a Friday evening. Doesn’t the fact that you’re sleeping with the boss award you certain privileges?”

I laughed. “You would think. It was Hudson that set it up for me, and I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Oh. Interesting.” She smoothed her eyebrows with her index finger, as if they would have gotten out of place. “Who’s the meeting with anyway?”

“Aaron Trent.”

“Wow. Major score, Laynie.” For a minute I thought she might give me a high five. “I guess you can’t complain about landing a meeting with Aaron Trent. Even if it occupies your Friday night.”

“And that’s the privilege I get for sleeping with the boss. Good contacts. I owe Hudson big time.” I thought about what I’d said. “Except he hates being referred to as my boss.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“So I’ll tell him I’ll move in tomorrow. No big deal. Then I can plan some way special to tell him.” Or at least make sure that there would be time for celebrating after, because there was no way I’d make it through that conversation without being mauled. Not that I was complaining.

“Hey, can I borrow your phone a minute?” Celia held her hand out expectantly.

“Uh, yeah.” I unlocked my screen and handed it over, curiosity lacing my tone.

“Thanks. Mine is acting so stupid. It doesn’t ring half the time, which I figure is part of the reason I never get to the phone.” She dialed some numbers on my phone and waited. “See? Not ringing.” She hit redial and tried again. “Nothing. I guess I need to take my phone in. Thanks.”

“No problem.” I took my phone back and stuck it in my bra. “Oh, I, um, I didn’t end up telling Hudson I saw you yesterday.”

“Decided it was too tricky of a convo?”

“It never came up. And then after today—”