“Oh.” My heart dropped into my stomach. If it truly was Sunday, it had now been five days since Hudson had left. I didn’t think I could stand many more.
But the alternative was crazy. “I can’t go to Japan. I don’t have that kind of money.”
“I’d foot the bill.”
“Oh, no. I’m not letting you pay for me to go to Japan. Get real.”
Mira scowled and put a fist on what was probably once her waistline. “I have about as much money as my brother, you know. A trip to Japan is a drop in a very large bucket, and I’m not trying to brag. I’m trying to be clear.”
I opened my mouth to continue my protest.
“But if that’s really an issue,” she said before I had a chance, “then charge it to The Sky Launch. Hudson’s money. He wanted you out there to begin with.”
It wasn’t a bad idea necessarily. Not the best, but not bad.
Except what if he didn’t want me there?
Or maybe that’s why he’d sent his sister. I eyed Mira suspiciously. “Did he send you to convince me to go to Japan?”
“No!” She seemed appalled. “Uh-uh. Do not give him credit for my idea.”
But I’d wanted to give him credit. It would make it less scary to show up unannounced.
“Think about it,” Mira said, her eyes all dreamy. “Wouldn’t that be an awesome surprise?”
I imagined the roles reversed, if he showed up and surprised me. “Yeah. It kind of would be.” More than kind of. “I miss him.”
That was all Mira had to hear. “Laynie, he’s dying without you! I can hear it in his voice. He’s a basket case. He can’t eat, he can’t sleep—”
“He told you this?”
“I can tell!”
I popped a piece of cheddar in my mouth to keep from laughing. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a hopeless romantic?”
“It doesn’t mean I’m wrong about Hudson.”
“Maybe not.” Though I couldn’t imagine the calm, collected Hudson ever being anything close to a basket case.
Mira sighed. Then her eyes brightened. “You know, he told Celia he doesn’t want her in his life anymore.” She said it nonchalantly, but she was an easy read—she knew this was big news.
“What?” It was hard to hear myself talk over the pounding of my heart. “Are you serious?”
She nodded.
“Why didn’t you lead with that?”
“I guess I probably should have.”
Holy shit! This changed everything. Everything. “What else? Tell me all the details.”
“I don’t know what else. I wasn’t there. It was here, that day that everything else happened. Dad told me about it. Said she was crestfallen.”
“So this was before he believed that I was innocent?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why did he tell her he didn’t want her around?”
Mira leaned in—as far as she could anyway, with the round ball at her belly—her expression animated. “This is so third-hand gossip, but Dad said that Hudson told Celia that she was obviously not good for you and so he expected her to stay out of your life from now on. No phone calls, no stopping by the club, no stopping by the penthouse, no family functions. Completely out of your life.” She tapped her finger on the table enunciating completely, out and life. “And he said that since your life was his life, that meant he couldn’t be around her either.”
“No. Way.” She totally had me captivated. The girl certainly did have a flare for dishing out the dirt.
“Yes, way. Of course way. Why would you even doubt way? I keep telling you he loves you. You hang the moon for him. He’ll do anything to keep you. Can’t you see that?” Her hands flew as she talked, but I stayed glued to her face.
I blinked. Several times. “He chose me over Celia. Even when he thought that I’d gone all crazy again. That’s…that’s big.”
“Yes! It’s big! It’s huge!” She hit the table so hard the knife went flying to the floor. Ignoring it. she pinned me with her eyes. “Now what are you going to do to match that?”
I stood, needing to pace the room. “Okay.” I ran my hands through the hair that had fallen from my ponytail. “I’ll go to Japan.”
A sound somewhere between a shriek and a gasp filled the room. The startling part was that it came from me. Did I really just say I’d go to Japan to surprise Hudson? Oh my god I did and I didn’t even want to take it back.
Mira jumped up with a squeal. “Yes!”
“It’s Sunday, right?” In my mind I was already packing, making a mental list of preparations. “I can’t leave until tonight. Someone’s renting out the club and I’m scheduled to get them set up. I could leave right after that though. Like eight or so.”