“Right now, yes.” He shoved his hand through his hair. “You’re protected. That’s what’s important right now.”
He’d been concerned—that much was obvious. His hair was tussled as if he’d ran his hand through it more than just the one time, and his agitation was present in his stride.
It wasn’t enough. If he really cared, I’d be in his arms. He’d have come in and found me instead of the other way around. “Have you considered that if you just told Celia that you’d left me that she’d probably drop this whole thing?”
He shook his head, even though he had no idea I could see him. “I didn’t leave you.”
“It sure feels like you did.”
He leaned his hand on the top of his car and looked toward the club entrance. “Is that what you want?”
“No!” Never. “No. I just want the truth. That’s all.” The doorman shifted, and my cover was blown. Hudson’s eyes met mine.
We stared at each other, locked in our gaze, for several long moments. Even across the hundred feet of sidewalk, there was a current between us. An electric spark that ignited from so much more than chemistry or lust. It was an emotional charge that surged right from the heart of me. We were connected, so completely, that for the first time since he’d walked out of the penthouse the night before, I felt a flash of hope.
He broke the gaze first. He looked to the passenger window of the car, as if someone were inside, talking to him through the glass.
I stepped forward, squinting to see. “Oh my god, are you…?” My stomach fell. “Hudson, are you with Norma?”
Hudson threw his hands in the air. “Not now, Alayna.”
I started toward him. “Are you f**king kidding me? One day gone and you’re out with her?”
He circled around to the driver’s side of the car. “It’s for business!” The door slammed.
I picked up my pace, even knowing he’d be gone by the time I reached the curb. “At this time of night?” In a suit, by themselves. How f**king stupid did he think I was?
“It’s…I can’t get into this right now.” He pulled out onto the road. “Why can’t you ever just trust me?”
“Because you can never tell me the truth!” I watched the taillights of the car as they mixed in with the rest of the traffic. It was comical, really, to ask for his trust when I’d just witnessed him on what could be described no other way but as a date.
“I have to go. I can’t talk to you while I’m driving.”
I could hear Norma’s voice in the background. I wanted his attention on me, not her. “Wait, don’t—”
“Goodbye, Alayna.”
“—hang up.” The dial tone replaced his voice. “Dammit!” I screamed and threw the phone down on the sidewalk. Hard. It shattered into pieces. Seemed fitting, considering that’s how I felt inside.
“Laynie, are you okay?” David’s voice was neither surprising nor comforting. Of course he’d come after me. It was a nice gesture—I just wished he were somebody else.
“Yeah.” Total lie. My entire body felt weak. Like I could just fall over there on the sidewalk, unable to walk or even crawl back to the club.
But I was strong. I could ignore the fact that I had died inside until I was alone at home. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said again. “I broke the phone.” I bent down to collect the pieces off the sidewalk.
David squatted next to me to help. “It’s technically Pierce’s phone.”
“Well, that makes me feel better.” Marginally. “Funny, this is the second phone I’ve destroyed on account of that man.”
“Maybe that means something.”
“Maybe.” I knew what David wanted it to mean. I didn’t want to think about what it could mean for me.
When we’d gathered all the parts, David stood and held his hand out to help me stand. Reluctantly, I took it. He didn’t let go right away, though. Worse, I didn’t pull away.
David studied me with soft eyes. “I’m not going to ask because I know what you’ll say. I’m just going to do.”
“What?” Next thing I knew, I’d been pulled into his embrace. “Oh.”
“It seemed like you could use a hug.”
I hesitated for only a second. Then I gave in. For me, it was comfort from a friend, comfort that I needed. He may have taken it as more, but in that moment, my need outweighed his.
Except then he pulled me in tighter. And his arms felt strange and his scent was wrong. As gently as I could, I began to push away. “I think I better…”
David released me, his eyes pinned on the club door behind us. “Hey, look. She’s leaving.”
I turned to look. Celia was indeed leaving. She’d seen our hug, I was sure. It didn’t matter. Even if she told Hudson, he’d been out with Norma Anders. I was certain his trumped mine in terms of disappointing a lover.
David’s smile grew tight. “Man, I don’t know anything about her, but that smile was wicked. What a bitch.”
The pain and hurt of the past twenty-four hours subsided then, leaving in its wake a tidal wave of rage. I was angry, so angry. While a lot of my wrath was meant for Hudson, the greatest portion belonged to Celia. Without her, Hudson and I might be able to work through our differences. But how could we when she was always around, reminding us of our pasts, stirring up our distrust?
My hands balled into fists. “You know what? This is ridiculous. I’m confronting her.”
“Laynie, I’m not so sure you should.” But that was the extent to which David tried to stop me.
I’d covered more than half the distance between me and Celia when a figure stepped from out of the club and blocked my progression.
“Ms. Withers.” Reynold put a gentle but firm hand up to stop me from proceeding. “Not a good idea.”
He was right. As worked up as I was, I probably would have punched her. And though it would have felt good, it would be me with the restraining order then, not Celia.
Still, I had to wonder what my bodyguard’s orders had been. Did Hudson mean to keep me from trouble, or was he worried if I talked to his ex that I’d learn things he didn’t want me to know? “One question, Reynold. Are you protecting me from her? Or protecting her from me?”
“I don’t catch your drift.”
And even if he did, he likely wouldn’t answer honestly. “Never mind.”