Finding Perfect

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“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll get things together in here. I’ll leave two dinners in the refrigerator for the next couple of nights. Oh, and there are stickers in that white bag. For your cast.”
“Cool!” Peter reached into the bag and pulled out the sheet of stickers. “Can we put them on now?”
Raoul looked at her. She laughed. “Go ahead. Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes.”
They left the kitchen. A few minutes later, Raoul was back.
“I’m sorry,” he told her.
“For what?”
“We were supposed to have dinner together tonight.”
“We are.”
“Not like this,” he said. “I don’t know exactly how it happened. One second the social worker was talking, the next I had a kid.”
She patted her stomach. “I know the feeling.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be? Peter’s all alone, he’s hurt and no one knows where his foster parents are. You stepped up. Honestly, it makes you even nicer.”
“You hate nice.”
“I’m making an exception.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
He disappeared down the hall.
She stared after him, telling herself that just because he was a great guy didn’t mean it was safe to open her heart to him.
BY THE TIME THEY FINISHED dinner and got Peter settled in Raoul’s spare bedroom, it was after nine. Pia curled up on the sofa, telling herself that she had to get it together and head home. Despite not having many symptoms of her pregnancy to date, she was a little more tired than usual. Raoul sat at the other end of the couch, angled toward her.
“Thanks for everything,” he said.
“I just showed up with other people’s effort. There’s nothing to thank me for.”
“Poor kid.” Raoul sipped his beer. “Talk about a hell of a situation.”
“They really don’t know where his foster parents are?”
“That’s what Mrs. Dawson said. I hope they investigate them when they finally get back. Peter hasn’t said anything bad about them, but there are a few red flags.”
He’d already told her about the possibility that the kid wasn’t getting enough to eat. There was no excuse for neglect, she thought. But that didn’t stop it from happening.
He set down the bottle. “I had other plans for the evening,” he told her.
For a second she thought he meant sex. Her body reacted with an internal happy dance, and various parts of her went on alert.
He pulled open a small drawer from the underside of the coffee table and withdrew a small, square lavender jewelry box. She recognized the color and the design on the box. Jenel’s Gems was known for elegant, upscale, one-of-a-kind designs.
Her throat went dry and she had an odd and unexpected sense of shyness. The wanting faded as confusion took its place.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“We’re getting married,” he reminded her. “I believe an engagement ring is traditional.”
“Yes, but…” Theirs wasn’t a traditional engagement. “I wasn’t expecting anything. You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
He eased toward her and took her left hand in his. “Pia, thank you for agreeing to marry me. We’re going to make this work. I’ll be there for you, no matter what.”
His words made her ache. They were exactly what she’d always wanted to hear…almost.
“I’ll be there for you, too,” she whispered.
He smiled, then opened the box.
If she hadn’t been sitting, she would have fallen. The ring was incredible. Beautiful and sparkling, and large enough to make her nervous.
“The two diamond bands are wedding bands,” he said. “If you don’t like them, we can get something else.”
“They’re wonderful. Everything is stunning, but it’s too much.” She looked at him. “I would have been fine with a simple gold band.”
“Are you saying you’re not a diamond kind of girl?”
She returned her attention to the ring. “I haven’t been.”
“Then we need to change that.”
He drew out the engagement ring, then slid it on her finger. The fit was perfect. She stared down at the diamonds glinting on her finger.
“Thank you,” she told him.
“You’re welcome.”
He wrapped both arms around her and held her against him. She closed her eyes and told herself everything would be fine. That she was making the right decision. Love would have been nice, but wasn’t it better to sacrifice that silly dream in order to make sure Crystal’s babies would be taken care of their whole lives? Isn’t that what her friend would have wanted?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RAOUL SPENT A SLEEPLESS night. Not that Peter was a problem, but because he kept getting up to check on the kid. But the boy never stirred.
They both woke up to Raoul’s alarm, then had a busy morning of getting ready. The plastic sleeve the hospital had provided protected the cast while Peter showered. The kid had managed to dress himself, except for tying his shoes, and had shown up at the kitchen table hair damp, face smiling, eyes eager.
“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“Waffles.”
Those green eyes got bigger. “You know how to make waffles?”
Raoul showed him the waffle maker he’d bought a few months ago after wandering through a big-box store and seeing a demonstration.
“That is so cool!” Peter told him.
He scrambled out of his seat and hurried around to watch as Raoul finished mixing the batter.
“Here’s the cup we use,” Raoul said, pointing to the plastic container with a big pour spout. “Go ahead and fill it to the line there.”
“I can do it?”
“Sure.”
Peter’s break was in his left forearm, and he was right-handed.
The boy carefully dipped the cup into the batter and scooped up the right amount. Raoul raised the lid on the waffle maker.
“Go ahead and pour it in the center. It’s already hot so it will spread out on its own.”
Peter did as instructed, then watched as the batter oozed out along the grid. “It’s not filling in all the way.”
“I know, but this is the fun part.”
Raoul closed the waffle maker, locked the two handles together, then spun it until it was upside down.
“Whoa!” Peter stared. “That’s the best.”
“Want to do the second one?”
“Sure.”
Raoul watched him, pleased the boy seemed rested and not in any pain. He was easy to be with. Bright and curious. When he thought about the fact that his foster parents might not be taking good care of him, he wanted to find them—or at least the dad—and beat the shit out of him.
Not an option, he reminded himself. He would trust the system to work this out. But just in case, he would talk to Dakota about what steps he could take to make sure Peter was in a safe environment.
But when he got to his office, after dropping Peter off at camp, Dakota wasn’t there. She’d left early the day before. He checked the machine to see if she’d called in sick, but there wasn’t any message.
By ten, he was worried and wondering whom to talk to. Just when he picked up the phone to call Pia, Dakota walked in.
She looked like hell. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen. There was an air of grief and loss about her, as if something important to her had been taken away from her. He was on his feet the second he saw her.
“What happened?” he demanded.
She shook her head. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Were you in an accident? Did someone hurt you?”
If she’d had a boyfriend, he would assume he’d beaten her or slept with her best friend. But as far as he knew, Dakota wasn’t dating.
“I’m fine,” she said, her mouth trembling as she spoke. “You have to believe me.”
“Then you need to be more convincing.”
She forced a smile that was more ghoulish than happy. “How’s that?”
“Frightening.”
She sighed. “I’m fine. I know I look bad. I’m not hurt, I’m not sick.” She swallowed. “Everything is how it’s always been.”
“Dakota, get real. Something happened.”
“No, it didn’t.” Tears filled her eyes. “It didn’t.” The tears spilled down her cheeks.
Instinctively, he walked toward her, but she shook her head and backed away.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t do this. I can’t be here today. I need a day or two. Sick days, vacation days, whatever you want.”
He felt helpless and confused. “Take whatever time you need. Can I call someone? One of your sisters? Your mom?”
“No. No one. I’m fine. I have to go.”
With that she grabbed her purse and practically ran out of the office. Raoul stared after her, not sure what he was supposed to do now. Let her go? Follow her? Call a friend?
She wasn’t physically hurt—he could figure out that much. So what had happened? Had she heard bad news? But if there’d been a disaster in the family, he would have heard about it. News traveled fast in Fool’s Gold.
He would give her time, he decided. If she wasn’t back at work in a couple of days, he would go talk to her. If she wouldn’t talk to him, he would insist she talk to someone else.
PIA STUDIED THE SIGNS and did her best not to shudder. Bad enough that busloads of men were pouring into town. Worse that there was going to be a bachelor auction.
It was embarrassing. Not for her specifically, but for the town.
“I just don’t like this,” she said.
Montana grinned. “That’s because you already have a good guy in your life.”
“Even if I didn’t, this would scare me. Who are these guys? What do they want?”
“If you have to ask the question, then Raoul is doing something very, very wrong.”
Pia turned away from her friend and did her best not to blush. “I’m newly pregnant. We’re not…you know.”
“I guess it would be weird to have sex knowing that someone else’s embryos are growing inside of you.”
Pia winced. “Thank you for spelling that out so clearly.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No, but still.”
Montana grinned. “So, did you ever…you know? Before the pregnancy?”
Pia thought about that amazing night. “Once,” she admitted, then waited to be struck by lightning for the lie. “Actually it was one evening, but several times.”
“Impressive. A man with stamina.”
“It is an appealing characteristic.” Although she was sure there would come a time when it was safe for them to do the wild thing while she was pregnant, she had a feeling she was going to have to wait until after the babies were born to have a repeat performance of that one, magical night.
“He did set the standard really high,” she added, “and we should talk about something else. How’s your sex life?”
“Nonexistent.”
“Then you should check out the new guys.”
“No, thanks.” Montana stapled the cardboard handles onto the auction paddles. “I’m focusing on my career right now.”
“You got the job?”
Montana grinned. “I did and I love it. The dogs are so great. Well-trained and friendly. Max is the best, too. He’s really patient. I’m doing lots of reading and I’ve started my online class. I’m going to Sacramento in a few weeks for an intense three-week training seminar. Max is even paying for that, if you can believe it.”
“You like Max,” Pia said, pleased to see her friend so happy.
“Of course. He’s so nice and he knows everything about dogs and…” Montana wrinkled her nose. “Um, no. Don’t even go there.”
“Office romances are very stylish.”
“It’s not like that. He’s in his fifties and even if he wasn’t, I admire him. I don’t want a romantic relationship with him. We’re friends.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” She nudged Pia. “It’s already happening. You’re engaged and now you want everyone else paired up.”
“I don’t. I just want my friends to be happy and if—” She paused as she saw Montana’s eyes practically bug out of her head. “What?”
“The ring. It’s incredible.”
Pia resisted the urge to tuck her hand behind her back. She loved her engagement ring, but she was having a little trouble getting used to it. And not apologizing for it. The stones were stunning and the whole thing was so bright, it was practically a light source.
“Raoul picked it out,” she murmured.
“Does he have a brother?”
Something she should know, but didn’t. “I can ask.”
Montana grabbed her hand and stared at the ring. “I love it more than life.”
“Thanks.”
“Make you a little nervous?”
“Some. Nothing about the situation feels real to me. Not the engagement or even being pregnant.” She lowered her voice. “I’ve peed on a stick and had an ultrasound. I’m really, really pregnant. So why don’t I feel different?”
“You’ve gone through a lot in a very short period of time. You’ll get there.”