The Bakery Sisters (39 page)

“Doesn't anything about this strike you as familiar? You're raising yet another teenager.”

“Raoul doesn't need raising. He needs a place to stay. That's all I'm providing.”

“But there are similarities. You've traded one responsibility for another.”

“Maybe.” Nicole hadn't thought of it in those terms, but so what?

“You miss her,” Claire said softly.

“She's my sister. I'm supposed to miss her.” What she didn't say was that nothing was right with Jesse gone.

“So let's go find her and bring her back.”

Nicole stood and leaned against the counter. “To what end? She needs to learn her lesson.”

“Which lesson is that?”

“The one about taking responsibility. The one that forces her to grow up. She's needed to grow up for a long time. She has to learn to make it on her own.”

“And if she doesn't?”

Nicole didn't have an answer for that.

 

H
AWK STALKED
through his house, unable to settle down. He felt restless, which was unusual. Normally he was comfortable in his own skin.

He went upstairs where Brittany was doing homework in her room. He paused at the door.

“How long you going to be?” he asked. “I thought we could go do something. Maybe a movie.”

She looked at him. “Dad, it's a school night.”

“Right.” He thought about making an exception on her midweek curfew, but knew that would send the wrong message. “I'll go find something to watch on TV.”

“You should call her,” his daughter yelled as he walked down the hall.

That stopped him mid-stride. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Nicole. You should call Nicole.”

He walked back to his daughter's room. “Why would you say that?”

She gave him a look of long-suffering. One that said that parents were really, really stupid. “Because you've been crabby ever since you had a fight with her.”

How did Brittany know about that? “What fight?”

She rolled her eyes. “The one where you both talked in really tense voices, then she left without saying goodbye.” She sighed. “Don't worry. I didn't hear what the fight was about and I don't want to know. It's probably gross grown-up stuff or really boring.”

He didn't know what to say to that.

“She's nice,” Brittany said. “I like her. You like her. It's okay to have a girlfriend, Dad. It's not like you're going to get married.”

“I don't need your permission to date.”

“I know, but I'm still giving it.”

She was adorable and completely irritating, he thought as he shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Worship me, like everyone else. Seriously, Dad, you like her.”

“I know.”

“So, go for it. Apologize.”

“How do you know I'm the one who was wrong?”

“Because you're the guy. Just don't, you know, get too serious with her.”

“That's not going to happen.” He would never replace Serena. He couldn't. She had been the love of his life. Why would he want to fall for someone else?

“So you'll call?” Brittany asked.

“Maybe.”

“You should. Nicole's great.”

She was, he thought as he walked down the hall again. Thinking about it now, their argument had been pointless. He knew his daughter and trusted her completely. End of story. Nicole didn't understand that, but that was okay.

“Are you calling?” Brittany yelled.

“Get off me, kid.”

She laughed and he smiled.

 

J
ESSE PULLED INTO
the small parking lot to give herself a chance to try to get a grip. She was crying too hard to see the road, which made driving dangerous.

She knew she had no one to blame for her current situation but herself, which didn't make her feel better. She'd blown it totally. Everything she'd loved, everything that was important to her, had been lost.

As she brushed away tears, she told herself to get it together. She had to make a decision about what she was going to do with her life. Or at least how she was going to survive the next few months. She was broke, low on gas and three hundred miles from Seattle in Spokane. Now what?

As if answering the question, someone tapped on her window.

Great. Just what she needed. Interference.

She lowered the window a few inches, but didn't bother looking at the person. “What?” she asked sharply.

“You okay?”

It was a man's voice. He sounded concerned, which was just great for him, but wouldn't do her any good. She needed the chance to go back in time and fix all the problems in her life, which wasn't going to happen.

“I'm fine.”

“You don't look fine.”

She turned to look at the guy. He was old, like grandpa age, but kind-looking, which made her want to tell him everything. Except the shock of her story might give him a heart attack and she didn't need one more thing to feel guilty about.

“Go away,” she told him.

“That's not very polite.”

And there came the guilt. She rubbed her eyes. “I didn't mean it that way. Look, thanks for asking, but you don't want to get involved.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you're not really interested in my life. No one is—not even me.”

“Sounds like the first line of a country song.”

Of all the insensitive things to say, she thought, willing to burn off the little gas she had left by driving away. Then part of her realized he was right and she started to laugh, only to have the tears take over again.

“Okay, that's not good,” the guy said and opened her car door. “Come on, young lady, let's get you inside. You hungry? The food's not fancy, but I cook a mean burger.”

Before she knew what had happened, she'd been led into a dark bar. The man flipped on lights, then pointed to the bar. “Have a seat.”

She settled on a stool. He passed her several paper napkins and a glass of water.

“Start at the beginning,” he said. “What's wrong?”

“Everything.”

“Is that true?”

He was nice, she told herself. She should be nice back. But what she said was, “I'm pregnant. My sister thinks I slept with her husband, but I didn't, only she won't believe me. My boyfriend
is
the father of my baby and he doesn't believe it's his. He said he didn't c-care if it was his.” The tears started again.

She blew her nose. “I had a big fight with my sister and with Matt and I left Seattle. I don't have any money or anywhere to go and I don't have a job or a place to stay. Is that enough for you?”

“It's a start,” the old man said. “So get a job.”

She glared at him. “Doing what? Do I look skilled to you?”

“You must be able to do something. Everyone can do something.”

She could bake, Jesse thought grimly. She made perfect cakes and cookies that were so good, people cried when they ate them. But the recipes all belonged to the bakery and using them herself seemed wrong. Not to mention the last time she'd tried, Nicole had thrown her in jail.

“Nothing,” she said at last. “I can't do anything.”

“How old are you?”

She glared at him. “Excuse me?” Was he coming on to her? That was disgusting. Beyond disgusting. “I'm outta here.”

He held up both hands. “Don't get all high and mighty with me, young lady. I wasn't asking for any reason you're thinking. You're young enough to be my granddaughter. Besides, I like my women with a little age on 'em. They have more to talk about and don't take crap. I like women who don't take crap.”

He pointed at the sign on the wall. “Bill's Bar.”

“This is my place. If you're old enough, I can offer you a job. Something temporary until you get your feet under you.”

“I'm twenty-two,” Jesse said, not convinced he meant what he said. “I have ID.”

“I believe you.”

No one believed her. No one had for a long time. “Why would you do this? Why would you offer a total stranger who's a complete mess a job?”

“Trying to talk me out of it?”

“No. I'm just curious.”

“One of my girls quit on me last night. I haven't gotten around to running an ad. You'll save me the time and trouble, not to mention the money.”

“But you don't know anything about me.”

“It's serving drinks. It's not that hard. Besides, you're pretty enough that the customers won't care if you screw up.”

She didn't feel pretty. “You know I'm pregnant, right?”

“You mentioned that. Don't worry. No one smokes in the bar.”

She wasn't worried about that, although she should be. She meant that she wouldn't be appealing once she started showing. But she didn't say that. A job would give her time to think.

“I'll take the job,” she said. “By the way, I'm Jesse.”

“Good to meet you, Jesse. I'm Bill.”

She smiled. “I got that from the sign. The alliteration is nice.”

“Just lucky. You need a place to stay?”

She nodded cautiously.

“You can rent a room over at Addie's place. It's like an old-fashioned boardinghouse. Nothing fancy, but the rent is cheap and she provides two meals a day.”

“Are you for real?” Jesse asked. “Is this a joke?” How could this man just show up and offer her everything she needed?

Bill stared at her for a long time. “Somebody hurt you bad, little girl, and I'm sorry for that. This isn't a joke. I'm being neighborly. That's what people do. Help each other out.”

“Not in my world.”

Bill nodded slowly. “A few years back, I got in some trouble. Someone helped me then. Now I'm helping you.”

Was it really that simple? “My luck's not that good,” she told him.

“Maybe your luck has changed.”

“Y
OU'RE ACTING WEIRD
,”
Nicole told Raoul as she stood in the middle of the family room.

He didn't look up from the textbook on his lap. “How?”

“I don't know. You keep looking at the clock.”

As if to prove her point, Raoul glanced at the clock above the fireplace, then shrugged. “I want to know what time it is.”

“Every fifteen seconds?”

He looked at her. “It's not that often.”

“Close.” She knew something was going on, but couldn't figure out what. “I'm going to start dinner,” she said.

“I'm not hungry.”

She put her hands on her hips. “If you're breathing, you're hungry. What's going on? You might as well tell me now. I'll find out eventually.”

His attempt to look innocent failed. “Nothing.” He looked at the clock again, then jumped up. “I'm going to study at Marcus's house. His parents are home. The number's on the counter in the kitchen.”

“What about dinner?”

“I'll eat there.” He bolted past her, heading for the kitchen. “I'll be late,” he yelled over his shoulder.

And then he was gone.

“Talk about weird,” Nicole muttered, wondering what he was really doing. She doubted it was anything bad, but still. Had she been this strange when she'd been his age?

Someone rang the front bell before she could decide. She crossed the great room and pulled the door open, only to find Hawk standing on her porch.

Instantly her insides sighed in appreciation. Despite their last meeting, which had ended badly, he still looked good. Better than good. He looked deliciously tempting.

“You're home,” he said, not sounding surprised.

Suddenly Raoul's odd behavior made sense. “You set me up.”

“In a good way,” Hawk told her as he entered the house. He held up two big bags that smelled amazing. “Chinese food. You haven't had dinner. We'll eat, we'll talk, we'll be friends again.”

“Is that what we are?” she asked.

“Sure.” He set down the bags and cupped her face. “Hey. I'm sorry.”

Despite her dancing hormones, she wasn't going to be won over by male beauty and an egg roll.

“For?” she asked.

“Maybe overreacting.”

“Maybe? You plan to decide soon?”

“I overreacted. You were trying to help. I didn't see it that way.” He kissed her with just enough pressure to make her lean toward him. “Did I say I was sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Did you accept my apology?”

“I am now, because I'm sorry, too. I can be pushy.”

“But cute. So we're good?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

They went into the kitchen. While he put boxes of Chinese onto the table, she collected plates, flatware and napkins. He opened the bottle of wine she handed him, then they sat down to eat.

“Your point about Brittany is a good one,” he said, which she hadn't expected. “Maybe I did make the past sound better than it was. Serena and I didn't set out to do that on purpose, we just didn't want Brittany to feel she wasn't special or that she'd gotten in the way.”

Nicole was impressed he was willing to discuss this and see her side. “Maybe there's some middle ground. A casual story about how it wasn't all easy and wonderful. Unless it was.”

He shook his head. “We were too young. We got lucky. I had a lot of offers from universities to play football. I'd already picked Oklahoma before we found out Serena was pregnant. Not only did they have a great coach, but the alumni support was extraordinary.”

“Free everything?” she asked, knowing life was different for football gods in a football town.

“Just about. The rules weren't as strict then. We weren't handed money, but we had a lot of perks. There was always someone available to babysit when we needed it, so Serena got to come to all my games. Even the away ones. Different families took us on vacation with them. We had access to great doctors and someone was always dropping by with groceries or cooked food.”

“Sounds nice.”

“The guys were great, but it was the wives who kept us going. They were real nice to Serena. But it was still hard. We were away from home. Her parents never forgave or understood what we were doing. They turned their backs on their only daughter. She was sad about that until the day she died.”

Nicole thought about Jesse. Would her sister say she had turned her back on her? Nicole wasn't sure. She also didn't know how she would describe the situation herself.

“The worst part for her was the loneliness,” he continued. “The worst part for me was being so damn scared all the time.”

“Scared of what?”

“Getting hurt, mostly. We were on a free ride because I could catch a football better than anyone and then run like the wind. But if I got busted up, it all ended. And then what? I don't think I took a deep breath and relaxed until the day the check for my NFL signing bonus cleared the bank.”

In some ways she thought of Hawk as larger than life, but in truth, he was just like everyone else.

“You made it through,” she said.

“We did, but I'll admit there were times when Serena and I were fighting that I wished she'd never gotten pregnant. That's what I don't want Brittany to know. About the bad times.” He sipped his wine. “But I do see your point about making it all sound easy.”

“I'm glad.” She leaned toward him. “I wasn't trying to butt in.”

“I know.”

“I think you're a great dad.”

“Thanks.” He reached across the table and took her hand. “I'm sorry about what I said about Jesse. That was out of line.”

She smiled. “That's okay.”

“I guess Brittany is a sensitive topic.”

“She's your daughter. You feel a real sense of responsibility toward her. Believe me, I understand that. I grew up the queen of responsibility.”

His hand was warm on her forearm. He rubbed her skin.

“Your parents put too much on you. I see that with my guys. If a kid can get a job done, he gets a bigger job. Parents don't realize that it can go too far.”

She appreciated the understanding. “Sometimes I didn't mind, but sometimes I hated it. In high school there were so many things I wanted to do but I couldn't, because I had to get up early to help in the bakery. Mornings are busy. So I couldn't stay out late. I wanted to go out for theater, but I had to be home after school to look after Jesse.”

She stabbed her chow mein with her fork. “It was awful when my mom left. I missed her so much and I was angry with her, because I knew she wanted to be with my sister more than she wanted to be with us. She wanted to be traveling all around the world and meeting famous people. I think if she hadn't had Jesse, she would have been gone from the beginning.”

Nicole glanced at Hawk. “The bakery belonged to my father's family, not hers. I don't think she ever liked the day-to-day responsibility of the place. It was a constant drain of time and energy and it was never going to make her rich. But Claire had potential.”

She pressed her lips together. “I'm making her sound awful. I don't mean to.”

“You're not. You're telling me what happened. How you were just a kid and you got stuck with too much.”

His words were gentle, as was his tone. She found herself wanting to crawl into his arms so he could hold her and make her feel safe.

Wait a minute. Since when did she need a man to feel safe?

“Nicole?”

“What?”

“Where did you just go?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does. You're looking fierce about something, and I'm guessing it's not going to be good if it's about me.”

“It's nothing.” She didn't want to go to the bad place. Not tonight. Not when she had Hawk alone in the house. “At least it could be nothing if you distracted me.”

Hawk's slow, sexy smile made her quiver from the inside out. “How long will Raoul be gone?”

“He said he'd be back late.”

“Good to know.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet. Their half-eaten dinner still sat on the table, but she didn't care. Not only did Chinese warm up great, she suddenly wasn't hungry…at least not for food.

He pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His mouth claimed hers with a heated desire that stole her breath. His hands moved up and down her back, his body warming hers. It was erotic and familiar and exciting.

“I've missed this,” he murmured as he kissed her cheek, then her forehead and finally along her jaw. “I've missed touching you and being touched by you.”

“Me, too.”

He licked the sensitive spot below her ear, then sucked on her earlobe. He trailed kisses down her neck, making her wish her T-shirt plunged much lower.

His mouth was hot and firm. She held on to him as the world began to spin.

“I want you,” he breathed in her ear, making her break out in goose bumps. “In a bed, this time.”

“Conventional,” she murmured, wanting that, too. “Who knew?”

He chuckled.

She took his hand in hers and led the way upstairs. Once they were in her bedroom, he stood in front of her, his hands pushing her hair off her face. He stared into her eyes for a long time, as if trying to see past the emotional barriers she always kept in place.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered.

Nicole knew that on her best day, she was pretty. While she was sure Hawk meant what he said, she had a feeling it was the sex talking. Still, it was nice to hear. So nice she suddenly felt vulnerable in a way she hadn't expected or experienced before. She wanted to look away, to hide…what? Not her body. She was more than willing to expose that. Then what? Her heart? Was her heart in danger?

She didn't want to think about that so she closed the distance between them, put her hands on his shoulders and raised herself on tiptoe to kiss him. She pressed her mouth to his, then touched her tongue to his lower lip.

“Trying to have your way with me?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Uh-huh. It's part of my sex-kitten duties.”

“To seduce me?”

“Yes. I don't think it would be hard. What do you think?”

“That I only look easy.”

There was the light of challenge in his eyes. Nicole studied him. Was he serious? Did he really think he could resist her?

She smiled. “You are so going to melt.”

“Want to bet?”

“Absolutely. Winner takes all.”

“I have incredible powers of concentration. I won't even know you're in the room with me.”

She chuckled. “You have an erection and burning desire to make love with me. You're going to know everything I do and it's going to kill you.”

He swallowed but didn't back down.

Nicole considered her possibilities. How best to seduce Hawk? He was going to be expecting a straight-on, aggressively frontal attack. That's what he would do. But she had a feeling that there were better ways to get what she wanted.

She tugged at the sleeve of his T-shirt. “You're going to have to help me with this. I'm too short to pull it over your head myself.”

“Sure.”

He tugged off the shirt and tossed it over a chair, then crossed his arms over his bare chest.

She moved behind him and lightly touched his back. “I keep thinking about the last time we were together,” she whispered. “That was pretty incredible.”

“Agreed.”

She pressed her mouth to his spine and licked him. He tensed slightly, then relaxed.

“You have great hands,” she continued. “Probably why you were so good at football. You know what to do with them. Where to touch me, how to touch me.”

“Ah, okay.”

She smiled. He sounded a little uneasy. Good. She was getting to him.

She pulled off her own T-shirt and removed her bra. Still standing behind him, she pressed herself against him, her breasts nestling against his bare back. His hands dropped to his sides.

She took advantage of that by placing her hands on his belly, just above the waistband of his shorts. She didn't move them, she just kept them there. Possibilities, she thought as heat moved through her own body. It was always about possibilities.

She rubbed her breasts back and forth. Her nipples scraped against his skin, exciting her and she hoped doing something for him.

“I like how you kiss, too,” she continued. “Some guys just want to get to the good stuff. They don't bother with things like kissing. But not you. You were willing to take your time.”