Authors: Susan Mallery
“It would be nice.”
“You were married before.” She made a statement rather than asked a question.
“It didn't take.”
“Is there going to be a next time?”
“I don't know,” he admitted. Like Pia, he found it difficult to trust people. In his case, it was specifically women that were his problem.
“It can be different,” she said. “Better.”
He was less sure. “What about you? Any prospective husbands on the horizon, or are you waiting for the perfect guy?”
“He doesn't have to be perfect. Just a regular guy who wants an ordinary life.” She shook her head. “Finding that is harder than you'd think. We have something of a man shortage here in town.”
“I've heard that.”
“You could ask some of your single football buddies to visit. As a gracious gesture to the lonely women in town.”
“Donating the camp was my good deed for the week.”
He stood and glanced out the door. A group of boys walked by, including Peter.
Raoul turned back to Dakota. “There's a kid in Mrs. Miller's class. Peter. He got scared during the fire. I went to take his hand, to lead him out. But when I stretched out my arm, he flinched, like he thought I was going to hit him.”
She frowned. “I don't like the sound of that.” She wrote the name down on a pad of paper. “I'll talk to his teacher and do some quiet investigating.”
“Thanks. It's probably nothing.”
“It probably is,” she agreed. “But we'll find out for sure.” She glanced at the clock. “You'd better go. Your fans are waiting.”
He shifted uncomfortably. “They're not fans.”
“They worship you. You're someone they've seen play football on TV and now you're on their playground, throwing around a baseball. If that's not fan-worthy, what is?”
“I'm just hanging out with the guys. Don't make it more than it is.”
“Caring
and
unassuming. Be still my heart.”
“I'm not your type.”
“How do you know?”
Because from the second they'd met, there'd been no chemistry. Besides, Dakota worked for him. “Am I wrong?”
She sighed theatrically. “No, you're not. Which is why I'm very interested in your football friends.”
“I doubt that. You're going to find your own guy.”
“Want to tell me when?” she asked with a laugh. “So I can put a star by that day on the calendar?”
“When you least expect it.”
* * *
P
IA SAT ACROSS FROM
Montana Hendrix in Pia's small office. She'd known the Hendrix triplets her entire life. The family had always been a prominent one and could trace its lineage back to the founding of the town.
People who assumed that the three sisters acted alike because they looked alike had obviously never met the triplets. Nevada was the quietest, the one who had studied engineering and gone to work with her brother. Dakota was more like a middle childâwanting everyone to get along. Montana was youngest, both in birth order and personality type. She was fun and impulsive, and the one Pia was closest to.
“So everything sold?” Montana asked, folding a letter and putting it into an envelope.
“Yes. The auction was a huge success. Despite the fact that there weren't any minimum bids, we made nearly twice what we'd hoped for.”
The letters were going out to the successful bidders at
the school fundraising auction. It provided information on how to pay and when to claim the prize.
“Everyone wanted to help,” Montana said.
“Like you today.” Pia grinned. “Did I thank you yet?”
“You're buying me lunch.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
They talked about what was happening in town and with their friends.
Montana picked up another letter, then put it down. “I've been offered a full-time job at the library.”
Pia raised her eyebrows. “That's great. Congratulations.”
Montana didn't look very excited. “It's a big deal, right? I've been working there nearly two years part-time. They're giving me a nice raise and I'll have benefits.”
“But?”
Montana sucked in a breath. “I just don't want to.” She held up a hand. “I know, I know. What am I thinking? This is a great opportunity. They'd want me to go back and get my master's in library science, and they'd even help pay. I love living in Fool's Gold. Now I'd have job security.”
“But?” Pia asked again.
“It's not what I want to do,” Montana admitted in a small voice. “I don't love working at the library. I mean, I like it. Books are great, and I like helping people and I enjoy working with the kids. But full-time? Every day for eight hours?”
She leaned her arms on the desk and slumped in her seat. “Why can't I be like everyone else? Why can't I know what I want to do with my life?”
“I thought you liked the library. You were really excited to help set up Liz's book signing last summer.”
“That was fun. I just⦔ She motioned to Pia's office. “You knew what you wanted to do.”
“No.” Pia remembered trying to pick a major in college. “I didn't have a clue. I went with business because it seemed to give me a lot of options. I started in this job as an assistant, then I found out I liked it. I was lucky. This wasn't a plan.”
“I need to get lucky,” Montana muttered, then grinned. “I was going to say ânot in a boy-girl way,' but that would be fun, too.” Her smile faded. “I feel so stupid.”
“Why? You're not. You're smart and funny.”
Montana lowered her voice. “I think I might be flaky.”
Pia did her best not to smile. “You're anything but.”
“I can't pick a career. I'm twenty-seven and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Shouldn't I already be grown up? Isn't the future
now?
”
“You sound like a poster. This isn't about the future. This is about making yourself happy. There's nothing wrong with trying different careers until you find one you like. You're supporting yourself. It's not like you're living with your mom and watching TV all day. It's okay to explore the possibilities.”
“Maybe,” Montana said. “I never meant not to know what I wanted to do.”
“Better to keep trying until you find something that makes you happy rather than choose something now and hate your job for the next twenty years.”
Montana smiled. “You make it sound so easy.”
“Fixing someone else's life isn't hard. The one I have trouble with is my own.”
Montana raised her eyebrows. “Does any of this trouble have to do with a certain tall, very muscled ex-football player?”
Pia warned herself not to blush. “No. Why do you ask?”
“You had lunch with him.”
“It was a business lunch.”
“It didn't look like a business lunch,” Montana told her.
Small-town life, Pia reminded herself. “How do you know? Did you see it for yourself?”
“I got the play-by-play from three different people.” Montana leaned toward her. “One of them claimed there was a kiss, but I can't get confirmation on that.”
Pia sighed. “I swear, we need more channels on cable around here. People are starved for entertainment.”
“So there's nothing going on with you and Raoul?” Montana asked, looking disappointed.
Pia hesitated.
“There is!” her friend crowed.
“Don't get too excited. It's not what you think. It's not romantic.” How could it be? Her soon-to-be pregnancy would scare off any sane man and most of the ones only flirting with sanity.
Pia drew in a breath. “Crystal left me her embryos.”
Montana's eyes widened. “I thought you had her cat.”
“I did, until I found out about her will. Jo got the cat.”
“And you have her babies? That is amazing.” Montana
blinked. “Oh my God! You have her babies. You have to decide what to do with them. Did she leave you any instructions?”
“Not specifically. I know that having them is sort of implied in the bequest. It's not like she wants them frozen forever. She left money to help cover some of the medical expenses and to start a college fund.”
“You're going to have them?”
Pia nodded slowly. Reality hadn't completely sunk in, and she was okay with that. Accepting that kind of truth
should
take a little time.
Montana jumped up and ran around the table, then bent down and hugged Pia. “I can't believe it. This is so amazing. You're going to have Crystal's babies.”
She dropped to a crouch and stared at her friend. “Are you terrified?”
“Mostly. There's a lot of confusion and worry to go with it, as well. Why on earth did she pick me? There are a lot of other people here who have more âmom' potential.”
Montana straightened and returned to her seat. “That's not true. Of course you're the one she wanted to have her babies.”
“You say that like this all makes sense.”
Montana looked confused. “How doesn't it?”
“I don't know anything about having a baby or raising one. Or possibly three. She didn't talk to me ahead of time, warn me. I was supposed to get the cat. It turns out he never really liked me, so that's probably for the best, but still⦔ Pia bit her lower lip. “Why did Crystal pick me?”
“Because she loved and trusted you. Because she knew you'd make the right decisions.”
“She can't know that. I sure don't know that. What if something bad happens? What if the embryos hate me as much as Jake did?”
“They're not in a position to make a judgment call.”
“Okay, not now, but they will be. After they're born.”
“Babies are hardwired to bond. That's what they do. They'll bond with you because you're wonderful. But even if you weren't, they'd still bond with you.”
“I'd feel better if they liked me for me and not just because of biology.”
“That's going to happen, too,” Montana assured her. “You'll be a great mom.”
“How do you know?” Pia asked, feeling both worried and desperate. “I don't come from a happy gene pool. My boyfriends always leave. Even the cat didn't want to live with me. What do I have to offer to a baby?”
“Your heart,” Montana said simply. “Pia, you'll do everything in your power to take care of those kids. You'll sacrifice and worry and be there when they need you. It's who you are.”
“The whole single-mom thing scares me,” she admitted.
“You might be single, but you won't be alone,” Montana reminded her. “This is Fool's Gold. You'll be taken care of by the town. You'll have all the help and advice you need. Speaking of which, if I can do anything, please let me know.”
“I will.”
Pia knew that Montana was right about the town. If she needed help, she only had to ask. Then there was Raoul's strange “pregnancy buddy” offer. She wasn't
sure exactly what he was putting on the table, but it was nice that he was willing to be there.
“I just wish Crystal had talked to me before she died. Explained what she wanted.”
“Would you have told her no?” Montana asked.
Pia considered the question. “I probably would have tried to talk her out of it, but in the end, if this was what she really wanted, I would have agreed. But at least I would have had the chance to find out why.”
“You really can't figure that out? You're genuinely confused as to why Crystal left you her embryos?”
“Yes. Aren't you?”
Montana smiled at her. “No. Not in the least. I guess that's what you're going to have to come to terms with. And when you do, you'll know why you were exactly the right person for her to pick.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
D
R
. C
ECILIA
G
ALLOWAY WAS
a tall, large-boned, no-nonsense kind of person who had gone to medical school back when women were expected to be homemakers or secretaries. She believed an informed patient was a happy patient, and that until a man experienced mood swings and menstrual cramps, he was in no position to say whether or not they were in a patient's head.
A mother of one of Pia's friends had gently suggested Pia consider visiting a gynecologist before starting college. Pia hadn't imagined ever having sex, but she'd taken the advice and gone in for her first pelvic exam.
Dr. Galloway had made the experience more interesting than scary, explaining the details of Pia's reproductive system in language the teen could understand. She'd also offered blunt advice about fumbling boys and their lack of expertise. She'd told Pia how to find her clitoris and G-spot and suggested she tell the boy in question to spend some quality time with both before having his way with her.
Now, a decade later, Pia sat in Dr. Galloway's office. She had a meager list of questions, which had made her realize she didn't know enough to know what to ask. Rather than hit the Internet and get a lot of half-truths, she'd come to the source of all knowledge.
At a few minutes after ten, Dr. Galloway walked into
her office. She wore a white coat over casual knits. Her steel-gray hair was cut short. She didn't bother with makeup, but her steady blue eyes were warm behind her sensible glasses.
“Pia,” the doctor said with a smile as she crossed the spacious room and settled next to Pia, rather than sitting across from her on the other side of the big wood desk. “I was a little surprised when I saw you were coming in today.”
When Pia had made the appointment, she'd said she needed to talk to the doctor before being examined and had explained why.
Now, Dr. Galloway put down the folder she held and studied her. “You're young and healthy. Are you sure about this? It's an extreme measure at this time in your life. Wouldn't you rather wait and be in a relationship? Or even if you don't want to be involved with the father, we can look at artificial insemination rather than IVF.”