your room?”
“That isn’t your business.”
“That would be a yes,” Nicole said conversationally. “I also heard your dad took your car away from you. I’m going to take a stab here and say he didn’t tell you about the baby. Which means someone else told you.”
She was guessing Hawk was going to take a few hours to absorb the news. No way he would have dumped this information on Brittany. No one else knew except…
She raised her head and saw Raoul hovering behind Brittany. Apparently he’d heard the conversation she’d had with Hawk.
Raoul shuffled his feet. “I had to do something.”
“And you thought letting her know was a good idea?”
“Not anymore.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Brittany stamped her foot. “I hate this. I hate all of it. My dad was never mad at me before he met you. You’ve changed everything. I didn’t think you would do this. He doesn’t love you. I know he doesn’t. I want you to know that. You’re not going to take him away from me. He loves me best.”
“Brittany, stop it,” Raoul told her. He grabbed her arm and tried to pull her out of the kitchen. “Don’t talk to Nicole like that. You don’t want to do this.”
She jerked free of him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” She spun around and faced Nicole. “I’ll never forgive you.”
“Back at you.”
“What?”
“There’s nothing like a crisis to bring out a person’s character. I’m not impressed with yours. Good thing you didn’t get married, Raoul. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to face this every day for the next thirty years.”
“You bitch!” Brittany yelled.
Raoul stepped between them. “That’s enough,” he told his girlfriend. “You don’t get to talk to her that way.”
“You will not take her side.”
“I will. She’s been good to me. She took me in and Sheila.”
“But you love me.”
“I do, but I respect Nicole and you should, too.”
There was a quiet dignity in his words, a maturity Nicole didn’t expect. His defense of her soothed the wound of betrayal. She watched them, wondering who would blink first.
Brittany squared her shoulders. “I’d like you to take me home, now.”
“All right.”
She walked out of the kitchen. Raoul looked at Nicole.
“I keep screwing up. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not doing any better myself. Life is nothing if not interesting.”
“Are you happy about the baby?”
She put down her spoon and covered the ice cream. “I am. Despite everything.”
“Good. I’m glad. Hawk will come around.”
Nicole didn’t want to talk about that. “You’d better get Brittany home before her dad finds out she’s gone. I doubt he’s in a mood to be patient with her.”
“Yeah, I know.” He hesitated. “You said stuff like this shows a person’s true character. You’re doing great.”
If only…“Not for long. I’m planning a breakdown for later in the day.”
“I’ll be around if you need me.”
“Thanks, but I’ll get through it.” By herself. She was good at that.
Raoul left and she was alone in the house.
The silence didn’t bother her that much. She curled up on the sofa and flipped channels. There had to be something on to distract her from her earlier conversation with Hawk and his reaction to her pregnancy. Something to help her stay numb.
But the pain was there, creeping closer. She’d allowed herself to hope and then she’d fallen in love and then she’d been unable to protect herself. Sure, this wasn’t what either of them would have chosen, but if he really loved her, he would have wanted to at least talk about the pregnancy. He wouldn’t have run for the hills. He wouldn’t have made it so clear how much he still loved Serena.
HAWK STOOD in the middle of his living room, seeing it for the first time in years. Everything was exactly as it had been when Serena had still been alive. The paint on the walls, the furniture, the pictures. Even the damn ceramic rabbits he’d always hated.
He crossed to the fireplace and fingered the pictures there. So many of them. Brittany, Serena, wedding pictures and vacation pictures. There were more in the hallway and going up the stairs. Serena’s presence was still tangible in the house, as if she’d lived here until yesterday.
Hawk hadn’t meant that to happen. He loved Serena; he would always love her, but he’d never meant to build a shrine to her. He’d never meant to use her to put his life on hold or keep people away.
Nicole was right…he’d been getting by on good looks and charm. His relationships had never gone anywhere before. Most of them had ended after he’d brought the woman in question to his house. Now he knew why.
At the time he hadn’t been interested enough to figure it out. But what if Nicole had left?
He didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about losing her. He’d meant what he said. He loved her. Not that she was likely to believe him.
Brittany ran into the house. “Daddy, Daddy, where are you?”
“In here,” he called.
She raced toward him and threw herself at him. “Oh, Daddy, it was so horrible. Raoul heard you and Nicole talking and he told me about the baby. Daddy, tell me it’s not true. Tell me you didn’t do that with her. Daddy, you can’t have another child. You can’t.”
A baby. He’d ignored that part of what Nicole had said, had pushed it from his mind. It had been too much to deal with. A baby? Now?
He looked at his teenage daughter, the little girl he’d loved so much. Loved and failed.
“You’re grounded. You weren’t supposed to leave your room.”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Nicole is pregnant and you want to talk about me being grounded?”
“Where did you go?” And then he got it. “You went over there, didn’t you?”
“I had to talk to her. I had to find out if it was true. I told her it didn’t matter, that you’d never want to be with her or have another child. It’s disgusting.”
Hawk had been annoyed with his daughter before. And disappointed. But he’d never been truly angry. “Nicole has been nothing but kind and supportive of you. Even when you were running off with Raoul, she was understanding. And this is how you thank her?” Hawk pushed her away.
Brittany stared at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re a selfish, thoughtless person and not at all who I thought my daughter would be. I’m angry and ashamed of how you’ve acted.”
She blushed and tears filled her eyes. “You can’t mean that,” she whispered.
“I absolutely do. Hand over your phone.”
“What?”
He grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
“Daddy, no! You can’t take it. This is crazy.”
“You’re right. This is crazy. I’ve screwed things up, but I’m going to fix them. Let me be clear, Brittany. You’re my daughter. My child. You are not an equal or an adult. You’re spoiled and immature.”
“Takes one to know one,” she said, practically spitting the words. Apparently her embarrassment had been short-lived.
“You’re right. I haven’t been on my best game, either. But that’s going to change, starting right now. We’re
