“I’m sure that’s true.” She stepped toward me, placing her hand lightly on my arm. “But, don’t feel like Celia’s your only resource, okay? If you need to talk, Laynie, call me. Or better yet, talk to Hudson.”
My head was throbbing with all the back and forth—accuse Celia, defend Celia, trust Celia, don’t trust Celia. Truth was, the only person I really needed to defend was Hudson. The only person I needed to trust was him.
Yes, he was the one I should turn to when I needed someone to talk to. He was the only one who mattered. The only one who knew how to calm me down. “I’ll talk to Hudson. Good idea.”
She grinned. “Sometimes I have them. Good ideas. Pregnancy brain and all.”
Suddenly, I felt like I’d been away from Hudson for entirely too long and I ached to see him. The ache dissipated the moment we came out of the bathroom, and I found Hudson waiting, his posture strong and one hundred percent male, his eyes blazing at the sight of me. It never failed to make me weak in the knees.
With a wave, Mira headed toward our table on the heels of Celia. She must have lingered after leaving the bathroom. I had to guess she talked to Hudson. Which was fine. Totally fine. Expected, even. It wasn’t her he was waiting for. It was me. Always.
Hudson took my hand when I approached him. “Are you ready to go?”
Despite not having finished my meal, leaving sounded heavenly. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Then let’s get going.” He seemed distracted as he pulled me toward the front of the restaurant, but who wouldn’t be after the evening we’d had.
We’d nearly made it past the host’s desk when Sophia stepped in front of us. “Were you planning on sneaking out without a proper goodbye?”
I rolled my eyes. But Hudson, level and controlled as always, merely raised a brow. “Were you waiting here to attack me in case I was?”
Sophia frowned, her Botox’d forehead barely moving. “Of course not. I stepped away to call for my car. It’s impolite to do such things at the table.” Her tone was chiding. As if it had been Hudson wrapped into his phone all evening instead of her other son.
Hudson’s grip tightened on my hand. “I already said goodbye to you, Mother.”
“You did.” She nodded at me. “She didn’t. In fact, I don’t remember her saying hello.”
My stomach tightened and a thousand harsh responses crossed my mind in the matter of half a second. Taking my lead from Hudson, I chose to remain cool. “Neither did you.”
“No, I didn’t.” Her smile was tight, but her eyes brightened. Suddenly I understood that she enjoyed sparring with me. If I were smart, then I wouldn’t react. That would take away her reward.
But perhaps I liked the banter as well, the challenge similar to a good game of chess. “Actually, I thought that was very clever of you, Sophia. The evening went fairly well when we were pretending each other didn’t exist. Don’t you think?”
“Thank you. It was purely unplanned, seeing as how I didn’t know you were coming until an hour before when Hudson called to tell me.” Sophia was teasing me, trying to rile me up by letting me know I hadn’t been on the guest list. It would have been a brilliant play if I hadn’t already known.
I played it smooth. “Oh, you did call, H? I thought you were leaving it as a surprise.”
“Yes, I called while you were dressing. I decided that Sophia might be better behaved if she was prepared.” Hudson fell right into my game. Though he preferred to keep me sheltered from his mother’s antics, he was generally amused by the way I handled her.
Her back straightened, a direct contradiction to the way she must have felt, her move having been countered so effortlessly. “Yes, it did work out well. I’ll remember the ignoring tactic for next time.”
My turn. “Then you’ve finally accepted there will be a next time?” Check.
Her smile widened as if I’d walked into a trap. “I’m nothing if not realistic, Alayna Withers. The question remains how many next times there will be. I’m in Hudson’s life permanently. Are you?”
My composure faltered, my shoulders tensing, my body preparing for a fight.
Hudson stepped in. “Mother, stop it. It’s your birthday. Happy day to you. If you’re miserable, it’s only because you won’t let yourself enjoy anything.” He let go of me and hugged Sophia awkwardly, giving her a dry peck on the cheek.
For the millionth time, I wondered at the relationship between mother and son. It had taken far less for me to cut off my brother. Of course, that had only been two days before. I couldn’t speak for what would happen next between us. And I could only guess at Hudson and Sophia’s past. The details were hidden from me, much like most everything in Hudson’s life.