AFTER DINNER Nicole went up to Raoul’s room. The door was open, but she still knocked before entering.
He sat up on his bed, reading Julius Caesar.
“I remember having to get through that,” she said, pointing at the slim paperback. “Then they test you on the material because reading it wasn’t enough torture.”
He smiled. “You want to talk about Brittany being pregnant.”
“You’re saying I’m not subtle?” She stepped into the room and turned the desk chair toward him, then sat down.
“I’m worried,” she said. “This is a huge deal. I want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into.”
“Brittany is pregnant. I’ll take care of my responsibilities.”
“Which sounds great, but how? We’ll ignore the fact that after Hawk finds out, he’s going to kill you.”
Raoul shifted on the bed. “Coach won’t be happy.”
“You think? So assuming you make it out of that conversation alive, then what?”
“I get a scholarship and play football.”
If only it were going to be that simple. “What if that goes badly? You blow out a shoulder or a knee? You take a bad hit and you’re out for the season, or worse, permanently. Then what?”
“Then I’ll get a job and support Brittany and the baby.”
“Doing what?” She held up a hand. “Raoul, I know this all seems possible and you can make it work, but it’s not the only option. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean putting your future in danger. Brittany is convinced everything is going to work out perfectly, but you and I live in the real world. We know things can go wrong. There are countless wonderful couples out there who are emotionally and financially prepared to have children.”
“I’m not giving my baby away.”
As soon as he spoke, she realized what she’d said. He was a boy who had never had a home. He would never willingly turn his back on any family he had.
“Of course. I’m sorry. I should have realized.”
That for him, there were no other options. Raoul wasn’t that upset about the baby because to him it meant finally belonging. He wouldn’t lose Brittany or the baby, or so he thought.
“I’m sure everything will work out,” she said.
“You’re not sure. You think it’s a mistake.”
She stood. “Maybe, but what I think doesn’t matter. You know she’s not mature enough to handle this well, right?”
He hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I know, but I am. We’re going to be a family.”
Which in the end was what mattered.
She left him and went into her room and closed the door. It was only then that she realized yet another woman in her world was pregnant. Claire, Jesse, the dog and now Brittany. It seemed like everyone was having a baby but her.
“JUST BE GRATEFUL my ex-husband was totally inept,” Nicole muttered as she finished tying Raoul’s tie. “So I learned how to do this sort of thing.” She adjusted it, then stepped back so he could look at himself in the mirror. “I’m one of three girls. This was not supposed to be in my life-skill set.”
“Thank you.” He smoothed the front of his shirt. “Do I look okay? I feel stupid.”
“You look good. Very
Hawk had taken him shopping the previous day after school and bought him slacks, a couple of dress shirts and a sport coat. The items would be getting a lot of use during the next few weeks as college recruiters came calling.
Now Raoul looked uneasy in his new clothes. “I don’t know,” he muttered.
“Hey, listen up. Who’s the best?”
“What?”
“This is a pep talk. Who’s the best?”
“I am.”
He grumbled the words more than spoke them.
She put her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? I want a little enthusiasm or I’m not going.”
His eyes widened. “You have to go. I’m not walking into that restaurant all alone. I won’t know what to say. Look, Nicole, I’m just some kid. I’ve never been anywhere or done anything. I’m not like you. You know, sophisticated.”
If he hadn’t been so sincere, she would have laughed. Her? Sophisticated? Surely he meant her world-traveling, piano-playing sister. Claire had been all over the world. Nicole’s claim to fame was a trip to New York several years ago. They’d seen
“You’re going to do fine because you’re the one being courted. The colleges all want you to lead their winning teams. You’re going to have your pick. They know it and you need to know it. Let him do all the talking. If the conversation stalls, Hawk or I will pick up the slack. You’re the talent. For the night, just pretend you’re Lance Armstrong.”
“He’s a cyclist.”
“Then insert the name of your favorite pro football player into the sentence. You’re the man. Now let’s get going. There’s going to be traffic. You can spend the drive telling me how pretty I look. I’ll find it relaxing and you’ll be distracted.”
Raoul laughed, which was good. Things had been a little strained between them for the past couple of days. Ever since she’d found out that Brittany was pregnant. As she hadn’t heard a giant primal scream coming from the west, she assumed Hawk didn’t know yet. She wasn’t looking forward to
BUCHANAN’S was an elegant steak house near the downtown shopping district. The food was excellent, the portions generous and they were practically revered for their wine list. Not that Nicole was going to get much wine that night. Not only did she have to worry about driving home, but the whole point was to pay attention so Raoul found out as much as possible so he could make a smart decision when it came to his college selection.
She used the valet to park her car, then walked into the restaurant with Raoul. Hawk was already by the reception desk, talking to a middle-aged man in a great suit.
Nicole hadn’t expected to feel anything but the normal tingles when she saw him, so she was left practically gasping when a wave of emotion swept through her. This wasn’t about sex, although she wouldn’t say no to that, but the feelings were so much bigger.
What was wrong with her? Did she have a fever? Had she eaten one too many cupcakes at work? Did she need to start exercising? Well, maybe not that. But what?
Before she could decide, Hawk looked up and saw her. He smiled, a big, wide smile that made her thighs start to tremble.
“Here they are. Walt, this is the star player I was telling you about.”
Hawk introduced everyone, using the title of “friend of the family” to describe her. They all shook hands and were quickly shown to a quiet booth on the side of the restaurant.
Walt launched into a speech about the college. “We take our football very seriously,” he said, smiling at Raoul. “You’re a talented quarterback and that’s the position we’re most focused on this year. Our college is in a small town where everyone supports our team. You won’t be able to walk around at the local Dairy Queen without someone wanting to tell you what a good job you’re doing. You ever lived in a small town, Raoul?”
“I’ve been in Seattle all my life.”
Walt leaned toward him. “There’s nothing like it. We all look out for each other. It’s like one big family. Personal relationships matter and you can’t get that in a big city. Let me tell you a little bit about our football program.”
By the time dinner was over, Nicole found herself wanting to move more than halfway across the country to live in the beautiful campus housing. Walt made it all sound perfect.
His presentation was impressive. In addition to the usual brochures, he had a mini movie he played on a DVD player. He bought everyone the most expensive steak on the menu, kept them laughing with funny jokes and charmed with just enough sincerity to keep Nicole from getting suspicious.
She tuned out the talk on team building. The number of backs or halfbacks or whatever-backs wasn’t her thing.
