He’d hidden behind that.
And she’d let him.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Carrie said. “You can always count on Hud. That’s the point of this story. Always, to the end. He doesn’t fail the people he cares about, ever.”
“But he gives so much to everyone else in his life that there’s nothing left for him to give to someone… special,” Bailey said softly.
Carrie touched her own nose and nodded. “He shuts women out,” she said. “It’s a definite fault. And as I’ve mentioned, he also pushes away those he especially cares about. You might have noticed that as well.”
Bailey laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah. Little bit.”
Carrie smiled sadly. “Are you going to fall in love with him, Bailey?”
Bailey drew a quick breath. Was she? Was she really going to fall in love with Hudson Kincaid?
She suspected she already had…
“Whatever’s happening between us,” she finally answered, “it’s just until the mural is done. We both knew that. I have my graphic design work in Denver—”
“Which could be done from anywhere.”
“Maybe,” Bailey allowed. “But Hudson’s pretty busy here with the mountain and…”
“Looking for his brother,” Carrie said.
“Yes.”
“And taking care of me.”
“He would never say that was a burden,” Bailey said.
“True,” Carrie agreed. “But we both know different.”
Bailey shook her head. “No—”
“If it wasn’t for me,” Carrie said, “they’d still be together. We’d never have left Jackson Hole. But we did, and that’s on me. Now Hudson’s alone and sad.” She broke off and bowed her head a moment, rubbing her temples.
“Carrie?” Bailey rose from her chair. “Hey, you okay?”
“Just a headache. Raising twins will do that to you. They’re hell on wheels.” Carrie sighed and lifted her head. “Hudson broke Jacob’s arm, did I tell you that? He was riding his bike on the back roads with Jacob on his handlebars when he hit a bump and sent Jacob flying to the moon. He hit a tree on the way.”
“That must have been a long time ago,” Bailey said.
“Just last week. Jacob’s in a cast. Hud grounded himself.”
Bailey blinked at the sudden change in Carrie. Obviously something had switched and she was no longer in the present but once again locked in the past. Bailey reached for Carrie’s hand. “Maybe it’s time to rest.”
“Nonsense,” Carrie said. “A mom with two wild heathens has no time for rest. No one else blamed Hud, of course, but he can’t be talked out of feeling responsible for Jacob. He never can. It’s the well all over again, only this time his scars are on the inside not the outside—”
“Mom.”
They both turned in surprise to the door.
Hud stood in the doorway. Bailey couldn’t read his expression. He was really good at hiding his thoughts when he wanted to. In any case, he wasn’t exactly broadcasting good humor at the moment.
“Excuse us a minute, Mom,” he said, and wrapped his hand around Bailey’s wrist.
Nope, definitely not happy, she thought as he pulled her from the room. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “We weren’t gossiping about you.”
“No?” he asked mildly as he pulled her out of hearing range of his mom, nudged her up against a wall, and leaned in close to kiss all the good sense out of her.
Chapter 23
When Hud pulled back, Bailey let out a breath. “I always forget things when you do that,” she said.
Hud had his forearms flat on the wall on either side of her face and let his fingers cup her head. She was wearing a sky-blue ski cap today. The cap was rolled up at the edges, allowing him to see her new, thin strawberry-blond wisps—a few inches long now—that were starting to frame her face.
The sight of them brought an ache to his chest so strong he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“I really didn’t mean to be talking about you with your mom,” she said. “But she was confused.”
“She’s getting lost,” he said. “Lost to all of us and she’s right here.”
Her eyes held a well of empathy. “She was telling me stories about you,” she said. “Good stories. Stories that made me…” She shook her head.
“Made you what?” he asked, tilting her face up to his.
She stared into his eyes and then dropped her gaze to his mouth before nibbling on her own. Unable to stop himself, he bent his head and brushed his lips over hers. “Made you what?” he asked again.
“You know what,” she whispered, clinging to him.
Yeah. He figured he did. His mom had a way of making him look like some damn hero when he wasn’t. Not even close. “You can’t believe everything she says,” he reminded her. “She gets a lot of things mixed up.”
Bailey shook her head. “No. She never gets mixed up on how much she loves her boys. You’re her life, Hud. She’s quite clear on that. And I’m glad you’re not mad at me, but you are… something at me—” She broke off when her phone buzzed.
She turned away slightly to answer the call and he thought about what she said. He was something all right. Although what that something was couldn’t be easily defined.