"Exactly," I said.
And that was the point.
If Hudson was still pining for some long-lost love, that just confirmed one thing—he wasn't expecting anything from me.
Then this marriage was exactly what he said it was.
A cold, clean, no-strings deal.
"If that's the case," I muttered, "marrying him doesn't sound too bad..."
Ysolde shrieked, causing several nearby wolves to turn their heads. "What marriage? Who the hell are you marrying?"
She didn't even wait for me to answer. "Please tell me it's not Foul Niall. Chrissy, babe, I swear by the Moon Goddess herself, if you're even thinking about going back to that sentient trash fire—"
"It's not him," I cut in. "It's Hudson."
Her jaw hit the floor.
She stared at me in mute horror for a full two minutes.
Just blin
