Brittany and Raoul’s rooms, taking notes and making calls. Nicole knew Hawk had called in more than a few favors to get this much action so fast.
She made coffee while Hawk told the officers everything he knew. The note was examined and options discussed.
“She’s going to marry him,” Hawk said during a lull in questioning.
Nicole poured him more coffee. “She can’t. She’s underage. Using a fake ID isn’t going to make the marriage legal. I’m surprised Raoul didn’t already think of that.”
“Maybe they both did,” Hawk muttered. “Maybe they’re hoping that a fake marriage will convince me to let them get married for real.”
“So tell them no.”
He looked at her, then away, making her wonder how often he refused his daughter anything. He saw her as the problem, maybe because he couldn’t see the real one…himself. Nicole thought maybe she’d been too hard on Jesse, but Hawk was guilty of being too easy on Brittany. It turns out either mistake caused disastrous consequences.
“They’re not going to look for Raoul,” Hawk told her. “He’s over eighteen and has left willingly. There’s nothing they can do. Brittany is underage, so she can’t just disappear.” He lowered his voice. “I told them she was pregnant. They want to know if I want to press charges against Raoul for sleeping with her.”
Nicole stared at him, waiting for him to say he wouldn’t. When he was silent, she moved closer to the table and glared at him.
“Don’t even think about it,” she told him, her body shaking with anger. “He was seventeen when this whole thing started. He’s her boyfriend, not some child abuser and you know it. He was just doing what teenagers have been doing since the beginning of time, including you. That boy is not to blame and he’s not the problem.”
“Meaning Brittany is?” Hawk asked, coming to his feet.
“No. I didn’t mean that. Everything is a mess and it all has to change, starting with your past. Be honest with her and with yourself. Your life with Serena wasn’t perfect. Brittany deserves to know that.”
His gaze narrowed. “You leave my wife out of it.”
Wife. Why did he have to say it like that? “I’m not saying she was the devil, Hawk. I’m saying she was human. That there were times when the marriage was great and times when each of you hated the other. It was two people who loved each other living together in reality. With good times and bad times. Little birds didn’t show up in the morning to sing and help you dress. It was life, not a fantasy. But you’ve been unwilling to let Brittany see any of that, so now she assumes that she’s going to relive something magical.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said as he turned away and walked out of the kitchen.
NICOLE AND HAWK avoided each other for the rest of the night. After the police left, she went into her room and closed the door. She wasn’t sure where he slept, but he was still there in the morning.
She walked into the kitchen and found him pouring fresh coffee. They looked at each other. She was hoping for some hint of reconciliation or compromise in his gaze, but it was like staring at a stranger.
“I have to get to school,” he said. “You’ll let me know if you hear anything?”
She nodded.
“I’ll do the same.” He took another drink of coffee, then he left.
Nicole sank onto one of the kitchen chairs and wondered how everything had gotten so messed up. Then she reached for the phone and dialed a familiar number.
“What are you doing after you drop off Amy at school?” she asked her sister.
“Coming to see you,” Claire said.
“Good answer.”
FORTY MINUTES LATER Claire was stretched out on the sectional, her feet propped up as she rested her hand on her growing belly.
“I don’t get it,” Claire said, then sipped her herbal tea. “Why is Hawk mad at you?”
“Because I’m an easy target. Because he can’t seem to blame himself or Brittany or circumstances. Because he can’t see reality.” Nicole leaned back in the club chair and sighed. “Can I pick ’em or what?”
“It’s not that bad.”
“His daughter is pregnant and not speaking to him. The boy who got her pregnant is living with me. Hawk thinks I knew about them running away and didn’t tell him and he pointed out I let Jesse go without a fight. Why wouldn’t I do the same with them?”
“Because it’s not the same,” Claire said. “Are you sure you like this guy? He sounds like a real jerk.”
“He’s not. He’s a worried father.”
“You’re making excuses for him. That can only mean one thing.”
“I know.”
“You like him.”
Nicole looked at her sister. “I’m in love with him.”
Claire grinned. “If I could jump up easily, I would. Really? That’s so great.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a mess and makes the disaster that was my marriage to Drew look positively successful by comparison.”
“I don’t believe that.”
Nicole didn’t snap at her sister, even though that was her first instinct. For one thing, Claire genuinely loved her and there weren’t enough people with that attribute hanging around her world. For another, Claire led with her heart. She believed the best of people, no matter what. She’d been surprisingly sheltered in her life. Nicole was the cynic in the family.
“Whatever happens with Brittany, Hawk’s going to blame me,” Nicole said. “Because it can’t be his precious daughter’s fault or even his own.”
“When this gets resolved, and it will, you two can move on.”
Nicole shook her head. “He’s still in love with his late wife. She’s been gone about five years and their house is exactly how she left it. Her stuff is everywhere. It’s like she went to get milk and will be home any second. I wouldn’t expect him to pretend she didn’t exist, but there should have been some changes after all this time.”
“People deal with grief differently.”
Nicole clenched her jaw. “You are the most annoying person on the planet. Stop acting like the middle child.”
“I would be a great middle child.”
“We’re twins. We’re a team. Take my side.”
“Hawk is a big fat poophead.”
Nicole couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, he’s going to run scared now. You’re calling him a poophead.”
“I learned that from Amy.”
The mention of Wyatt’s daughter reminded Nicole of Brittany and her humor faded. “I don’t actually care about any of this,” she admitted. “What kills me is Hawk’s attitude. He can’t or won’t see the truth. I would be willing to accept the problems if he saw them, too. But that’s not his style.”
“You love him. You’re going to have to figure something out.”
“I guess.”
“Nicole, falling in love is a big deal.”
“It’s less of one when the guy in question isn’t interested.”
“Is that what you think?”
“I don’t know. He likes me. He wants me in bed.”
“That’s a start.”
“I’m not sure it’s enough of one.” She sighed. “I married Drew for all the wrong reasons. I knew I was in a rut. I had so much responsibility all the time. I never got a chance to be a kid. Not really. Drew was the opposite of that. He couldn’t take responsibility for anything. I saw a flake and thought he was a free spirit. I saw an inability to commit to anything and thought it was spontaneity. I thought he’d be good for me.”
“And he broke your heart.”
“That’s the problem. He didn’t. When he proposed, I accepted, not because I loved him more than anything, but because I didn’t think anyone else would ask. I didn’t want to die alone.”
Claire had always been the emotionally sensitive one of the sisters and her eyes filled up with tears. “Oh,
