“That’s what beaches are for,” Jack said over his shoulder, not bothering to look directly at his wife. “You could go back to the house if you don’t like it.”
Sophia’s opposition made my decision. “I’m in.” I pulled off my cover-up and began slathering sunscreen on the newly exposed areas of my body while Adam and Chandler attached the net to the permanent poles anchored in the sand.
“That’s your swimsuit?” Hudson grumbled beside me. “You’re practically naked. It’s going to distract the men playing.”
“Think of it as your secret weapon.”
“Except one of those men will be me.” He casually adjusted himself in his long navy swim shorts.
I shot him a smile, my insides melting at his obvious arousal. “Later, big boy.” And that was a promise. “Meanwhile, would you mind getting my back?”
I leaned forward and hugged my knees. Hudson took the lotion and sat in the space behind me, straddling me. I suppressed a moan as his hands applied the lotion, his fingers kneading longer and deeper into my skin than necessary.
“I love touching your skin,” he murmured near my ear, then nipped at my lobe, soothing it afterward with a smooth swipe of his tongue. It was an awfully sexual gesture, one I didn’t expect from him in the company of others. Either he’d upped his game or he was no longer finding it as easy to compartmentalize as he usually did.
I turned my head into him to see if I could read his face but stopped when I spotted his mother watching us, her eyes narrow slits of anger. So that was the reason behind his display. Satisfaction rose in my chest, but simultaneously I felt a wave of disappointment. Though I thoroughly enjoyed Sophia’s misery, our job had been to sway her to acceptance, not alienation. The task was impossible, I’d embraced that. But I knew Hudson hadn’t, and I hurt for the distress that his mother caused him.
“Net’s ready,” Adam declared, kicking a pile of sand toward us to make sure he had our attention.
Hudson stood and reached his hand out to help me up beside him. Once I was up, he didn’t let go, even as I pulled at my swimsuit bottoms with my other hand, relieving myself of the wedgie I’d gotten from sitting. All the while, I felt Sophia’s stare, knew I was on her radar. Soon, she’d fire. I sensed it.
“Dammit. I want to play,” Mira whined. “You know I’d be MVP.”
“Yes, baby, you would.” Adam bent down to rub her full belly protruding over the top of her bikini bottoms. “But you play rough, and that wouldn’t be good for little jellybean.”
“Yeah, you gotta protect my first grandchild,” Jack said proudly.
Sophia peered at her husband. “But she isn’t technically having the first grandchild, Jack.” She paused to ensure all ears were tuned to her. “Celia and Hudson’s baby claims that title.”
A whooshing sound filled my ears and I felt dizzy, as if on a tilt-o-whirl. Celia and Hudson’s baby. Why…what…?
My shock was magnified by Hudson’s reaction. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he tried to pull me closer. “Alayna,” he whispered.
“Sophia!” I heard Jack hiss. “How dare you compare that to Mira’s baby?”
Vaguely I was aware of Mira saying something, but I couldn’t make sense of anything except the cold disappointment that rattled in my bones. I had to get away, had to think, had to breathe. I pulled my hand from Hudson’s grasp and left, walking quickly down the beach, away from the Pierce family.
“Fuck you, Mother,” Hudson said behind me before I was out of earshot.
A baby. Hudson had a baby. With Celia. I couldn’t even grapple with trying to figure out where the baby was or what happened to it, too pained by the conception of a baby in the first place. It was ridiculous. He wasn’t mine, he never was. But a baby…merely another way he belonged to Celia. Belonged with Celia.
I kept walking when Hudson called after me. But I didn’t run from him when he jogged to catch up.
“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m playing the part of a wounded girlfriend.”
He matched my stride, but didn’t try to touch me. “Then why are you crying?”
I’d hoped we didn’t have to acknowledge the tears spilling down my cheeks. I swiped at them with my palm, still holding my smile in place. “I’m just surprised.” My voice was tight despite the cheer I tried to inject in it. “I didn’t know you had slept with her.”
“I didn’t.”
“You obviously did.”
“No, my mother thinks I got Celia pregnant. I did not.”
His words stopped me, a bubble of hope forming inside. “And why is that?”
He ran his hand over his face before he answered. “Because when Celia got pregnant I told our parents I was the father.”
I folded my arms over my chest waiting for more, but he gave nothing. “Are you going to explain?”
“No.” He mirrored my stance. “It’s not relevant.”
I spun on my heels, walking faster this time. How did he expect me to be in this f**king fake relationship when I didn’t have all the information? Maybe I was only a pawn in his mind games. It was the only thing that made sense.
“Alayna, stop.”
He followed after, reaching for me. This time I pulled away.
“Stop!” He caught up to me and grabbed me firmly at the shoulders. He turned me to him. “I said, ‘stop!’”
”Why can’t you tell me?” My tears had turned to sobs.
“Why can’t you trust me?”
I let out a single laugh, maddened by the insanity of his request. “That’s funny—you asking me to trust you when you trust me with absolutely nothing.” I mean, what did I know about him? Besides his expertise in bed and a few random tidbits that I’d learned in one long car ride, he’d shared nothing.
His voice tightened. “You know more about me than most people.”
It felt like an accusation. That I knew that thing—the one thing he didn’t want anyone to know. But he hadn’t even been the one to tell me that. And it was only one detail of the complex makeup of Hudson Pierce.
“No,” I said, sticking my chin out defiantly. “I know one thing about you that most people don’t. It’s different.”
“It’s the only thing that matters.”
“Bullshit.” If he truly believed that…how could he be so blind to think that all that mattered about him were the mistakes of his past? It broke my heart and my voice cracked as I spoke. “There’s so much more to you than that.”