“Yep,” I said. “Keep your wealth in lighter stuff like stocks and bonds.”
I spent a lot of time walking Stetson around or giving him objects that he would gum for a few minutes and then toss across the room.
Chrissy still hadn’t come to get him. I knew what that meant. Or at least thought I did. It was possible that Chrissy was out getting another pedicure. She’d never been a punctual fairy godmother.
By the time we finished dinner that night, I was convinced she wasn’t coming. Not only did Hudson and I have no future, but now I had to be a teenage mother. How was I going to explain that to people—especially to oh, say, my mother and sister?
I was so discouraged that I went to my room, put Stetson on a baby blanket on the floor, and lay down beside him. I stroked his forehead, willing him to sleep so I could too. If I slept, I wouldn’t cry.
I heard the doorbell ring, but didn’t think much of it. Some of Sandra and Dad’s friends had been dropping things off—old dressers, extra chairs—all day.
I waited to hear Dad’s voice greeting whoever had come. Instead I heard Hudson’s voice in my doorway. “I wonder why Chrissy hasn’t sent Stetson home yet.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to tell Hudson about that part of my bargain.
He walked into the room. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. His hair was clean and shiny. I had forgotten how good he looked in this century. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“I brought you something.” Hudson held out a jar of water containing the Gilead. It was suspended in the water by a framework of popsicle sticks over the opening. He walked past me and set it on my 346/356
windowsill. “I cut off the end of the stem and put root starter on it. I don’t know if it will work, but if it does we can plant it.”
“Do you think it will be magical here too?” He shrugged. “I hope so. It would be nice to have something that could fix things. Illness, broken bones—I wonder if it works on computers.”
I only wanted to fix one thing right now.
Stetson gurgled in a very unsleepy way when he saw Hudson, and then flung his teething ring across the blanket. I picked up another toy and handed it to him. “So how are things at home now that your mom is back?”
Hudson turned and leaned against my windowsill. “You say that so casually, like she was gone on a business trip.” He tilted his head, examining me. “What did you give to Chrissy in exchange for changing my past?”
“The gold enchantment.”
“You gave up your luxury apartment in New York?”
“Well, Stetson needs a yard to run around in … cacti to climb …
whatever it is you do in hick towns.” I had expected Hudson to smile, but he didn’t. His expression stayed serious. “I don’t know how to thank you, Tansy. I can’t ever make it up to you.”
He’d said the same thing about his mother’s death—that no matter what he did, he couldn’t make it up to his father.
“You don’t have to make it up to me,” I said. “I just want you to be happy.” I looked at him more closely. “You are happy, aren’t you?”
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talking. And even after that, I sat there watching her to make sure she didn’t disappear.”
“That’s sweet.”
“It didn’t take her long to figure out that I can’t remember a lot of things—like who my girlfriend is and that I’m on some student-body committee that’s planning the homecoming dance. And I’m a line-backer this year …” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve got games soon, and I don’t know any of the plays.”
“You could tell people that one of the bandits hit your head and say it’s amnesia.”
“I wish I had thought of that at the beginning. Mom thinks it’s post-traumatic stress disorder. She’s got me scheduled for a doctor tomorrow.”
“Well, you’ve got your excuse then.” Hudson left the windowsill and walked the length of my room.
His smile vanished. “While my mom was sleeping, I checked my e-mails, text messages, that sort of stuff—so I’d know a little bit about what I did over the year.”
I waited for him to say more. He didn’t. He paced back the other way.
“So who’s your girlfriend?” I asked.
He gave a short laugh and looked at the ceiling. “I’m embarrassed to tell you.”
“Why? Is she an idiot or something?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” He paused, then said, “Donna Hatch.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know much about her except she was a cheerleader and beautiful and had an entourage following her around in the hallways.
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“You know, in my real last year, she never talked to me after I dropped out of football. She didn’t even tell me she was sorry about my mom or try to reach out to me—and now she’s my girlfriend.”
“Apparently the person you would have been had no taste.” He kept pacing. “It seems like everything I did and said over the last year was stupid and shallow. The girl I dated before Donna—I dumped her in an e-mail. What kind of jerk does that?”
“You wouldn’t. I mean you wouldn’t now.” I sat up straighter.
“Wait a minute, did you come here in person to dump me?” He stopped walking and turned to me. “No, I’m not dumping you.
I’m two-timing Donna until I can dump her later tonight.” He ran his hand through his hair again and went back to pacing. “See, I really am a jerk. I just didn’t realize it until all this happened and I got a good look at myself.”
I stood up, took hold of his hand, and made him sit down beside me so he would stop pacing. “You’re not a jerk. You’re someone who has learned a lot over the last year. That’s not a bad thing, is it? You don’t have to be that other person. You can keep what you’ve learned.” He squeezed my hand. “I’m keeping you. I know that much.” He leaned toward me and brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
“Speaking of two-timing, I’ll have to show you some of the messages you and I sent to each other. They were downright flirty.” That made me smile. “You and I sent flirty messages to each other?”
“Yeah, apparently I started going over to your house to see Nick a lot after you moved in. And you were pretty nice to me, considering you’re still dating Bo.”
I stopped smiling. “I’m what?”
“The library isn’t closing. He never took you to vandalize city hall.”
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I tilted my head back and groaned. “What am I going to tell him when I break up with him? I’m dumping him because I know if we ever did vandalize a building, he’d leave me to face the cops alone?”
“You’ll think of something.” Hudson leaned closer and gave me a look that sent shivers racing down my back. “I’ll help you come up with some reasons right now.”
Before I could build on that sentiment, a frenzy of sparklers went off in the middle of the room. Chrissy stepped out of them, smiling happily. She wore a tight floral dress, a Hawaiian lei, and a pair of green sunglasses. “I’ve been celebrating our success by throwing a luau.” She moved her sunglasses to the top of her head. “I see you’ve been celebrating by … sitting on the carpet. How nice.” She bent down, picked up Stetson, then dropped a kiss on his forehead that sent a swirl of glitter flowing around him. Her voice softened into a lullaby tone. “I need to get you back to your own time period before your mommy notices you’re gone.” She snapped her fingers and the baby blanket rose from the floor and floated to her hand.
She tucked it around him and looked at me. “You don’t need to worry, by the way. After you have him, you can just remember he was fine through the whole adventure. There’s no need to put all those anti-magical charms around his crib like you’re going to do in a few years.” Chrissy was right. Even though my trip through the Middle Ages had turned out fine, I knew that in the future, I would still try to stop her from taking him. I would be every bit the overprotective mother.