"I don"t find any of this amusing," Chance said.
Morgan wiped the grin off his face. "Then maybe you should, before you alienate your son."
"How about chilling here, Chance," Sebastian interjected. "You act as if Marcus committed some G.o.d-awful sin. We know the promise you made to Cyndi, but there is more to life for a teenager than hitting the books. He"s a good kid. He makes good grades. Marcus is going to go to college in a couple of years, we all know that. One girl isn"t going to stop him."
"You haven"t seen this girl."
Morgan raised a brow. "Have you?"
"No, but I"ve seen her mother, and if the daughter looks anything like the mother then I"m in trouble."
"I still think you"re blowing things out of proportion," Morgan countered. "If you make a big deal out of it, Marcus will rebel. You remember what happened last year when you didn"t want him to play football."
Yes, Chance did remember, although he wished he could forget. He rubbed his hand down his face. Regardless of what his brothers said, he needed to talk to Marcus again. He didn"t have any problems with his son being interested in girls, he just didn"t want Marcus losing his head over one this soon.
Kylie was waiting in the living room the moment Tiffany walked through the door. She took one look at her daughter"s expression and realized Tiffany knew the conversation that was about to take place. Kylie tried not to show her anger, as well as a few other emotions, when she said, "We need to talk."
Tiffany met her mother"s stare. "Look, Mom, I know what you"re going to say and I don"t think I did anything wrong."
So much for not showing her anger, Kylie thought. "How can you say that? You planned to cut cla.s.ses with a boy and you don"t consider that wrong?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "My last two cla.s.ses of the day are boring anyway, so we-"
"Boring? I don"t care how boring they are, you"re supposed to be in them and you will will be in them anytime that bell sounds. Understood?" be in them anytime that bell sounds. Understood?"
Tiffany glared at her. "Yes, I understand."
Kylie nodded. "Now, about Marcus Steele."
Tiffany straightened her spine and immediately went on the defensive. "What about Marcus?"
"Why didn"t you tell me about him?"
"Why? So you could find some reason for me not to like him, Mom? Well, it won"t work because I do like him. You"re the one who wanted to leave Buffalo and move here. And I"m the one who was forced to go to another school and make new friends. Not all of the kids at school like me. They say I talk funny. Marcus has been nice to me. Extremely nice. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes."
"You"re not old enough to have a boyfriend, Tiffany."
"That"s your rule, Mom."
"And one you will abide by, young lady."
"Why? Because you think I"ll get pregnant like you did? That"s not fair."
"It"s not about that, Tiffany. It"s about such things as keeping your reputation intact and not getting involved in anything you aren"t ready for."
"It is is about what happened to you when you were sixteen, Mom. And how do you know what I am or am not ready for? You want to shelter me and you can"t. You"ve talked to me, but the choice of what I do is ultimately mine." about what happened to you when you were sixteen, Mom. And how do you know what I am or am not ready for? You want to shelter me and you can"t. You"ve talked to me, but the choice of what I do is ultimately mine."
"No, it"s not," Kylie bit out. "As long as you"re living under my roof, I make the rules and you will abide by them."
"I can"t, Mom. I care too much for Marcus and we have news for you and Mr. Steele. We are madly in love!" she almost shouted. "And nothing either of you say is going to make us not be together, whether it"s at school or someplace else."
"What"s that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Tiffany said stalking off to her room, "that I don"t want to talk anymore."
Chance leaped to his feet. The sound of his chair crashing to the floor echoed loudly in the kitchen. "What do you mean you might not go to college but stay in Charlotte to be closer to Tiffany Hagan?" he shouted. His anger had clearly reached the boiling point.
"There"s no reason to get upset, Dad. What"s the big deal if I decided to hang around here and go to college? One university is just as good as another."
Chance rubbed his hand down his face, trying to fight for composure, and quickly decided to use another approach. "Marcus," he said calmly, "I"m sure Tiffany Hagan is a nice girl, but you"re only sixteen. In another couple of years you"ll finish high school and go to college where you will meet plenty of other nice girls. You have such a bright future ahead of you. I"d hate to see you get too serious about any girl now."
A stubborn expression settled on Marcus"s face. "She"s not just any girl, Dad. Tiffany is the girl I plan to marry one day."
"Marry!" Chance nearly swallowed the word in shock. "How did marriage get into the picture? You"re only sixteen! I know you think you really care for this girl and-"
"It"s more than that, Dad, and the sooner you and Tiffany"s mother realize it, the better. Tiffany and I are madly in love and we want to be together forever. There"s nothing either of you can say or do to stop us, so you may as well accept it."
"Like h.e.l.l I will."
"I"m sorry to hear that," Marcus said as he walked out of the kitchen toward his bedroom.
Total shock kept Chance from going after his son and wringing his neck.
Kylie paced the floor. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point. Tiffany hadn"t come out of her room yet, which was probably the best thing.
Love!
At fifteen her daughter thought she was in love. Madly in love at that! Kylie swallowed a thickness in her throat when she realized how her mother must have felt sixteen years ago, dealing with her when she"d been obsessed with Sam Miller.
She paused when she heard the phone ring and quickly crossed the room to pick it up, thinking it was probably Lena checking to see how things with Tiffany had gone. "h.e.l.lo."
"We need to talk, Ms. Hagan."
Kylie blinked at the sound of the ultra s.e.xy male voice. It didn"t take a rocket scientist to figure out who the caller was, or to know he"d evidently had had another talk with his son. She sighed. Yes, they did need to talk. "You name the place and I"ll be there."
"All right." After a quiet pause, he said. "They think think they"re in love. Madly in love." they"re in love. Madly in love."
Kylie shook her head. "So I heard. Louder than I really cared to, in fact."
"Same here. Do you know where the Racetrack Cafe is?"
"Yes."
"Can you meet me there around noon tomorrow?"
Considering what was going on with Tiffany and his son, she really didn"t have a choice. Hopefully, together they could devise a way to stop the young couple before they got into more trouble than they could handle. "Yes, I can meet you there."
"Fine, I"ll see you then."
Chance arrived at the restaurant early to make sure they got a table. Jointly owned by several race car drivers on the NASCAR circuit, the Racetrack Cafe was a popular eatery in town. He hadn"t been seated more than five minutes when he glanced over at the entrance to see Kylie Hagan walk in.
He had hoped his mental picture of her from yesterday had been wrong, but it hadn"t. Kylie Hagan was an attractive woman. Every man in the place apparently thought so, too, judging by the looks they gave her. Not for the first time he wondered about her age and how someone who looked so young could have a fifteen-year-old daughter.
He watched her glance around before she spotted him. There wasn"t even a hint of a smile on her face as she walked toward him. But, he quickly decided, it didn"t matter. Smiling or not, she looked gorgeous dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue pullover sweater. And those same curves that he"d convinced himself had to be a figment of his imagination made her slacks a perfect fit for her body. Even her walk was mesmerizing and s.e.xy.
When she got closer, he saw the wariness around her eyes, which led him to believe that she"d probably gone a round or two with her daughter sometime during that day, as he"d done with Marcus. He wondered if the discussion had been about the "his and hers" tattoos Marcus had indicated he and Tiffany were thinking about getting.
Chance stood when she reached the table. "Ms. Hagan."
"Mr. Steele."
He thought they were overdoing the formality, but felt it was best to keep things that way for now. After all, this was nothing more than a business meeting, and the only item on the agenda was a discussion about their children.
After they had taken their seats, he asked, "Would you like to order anything? They have the best hamburgers and French fries in town."
A small smile touched Kylie"s lips. "So I"ve heard. But no, I"m fine, you go ahead and order something if you"d like. It"s just that my most recent conversation with Tiffany has killed my appet.i.te."
Chance heard the quiver in her voice and recalled his own conversation with Marcus that morning before he"d left for school. "I take it Tiffany told you about the tattoo."
He watched her nostrils flare as she drew in a silent breath. "Yes, she told me. Matching lovebirds on their tummies right above their navels, I understand."
"That"s my understanding as well." A soft chuckle erupted from his throat. There was a cloud hanging over his head that refused to go away and he had to find amus.e.m.e.nt anywhere he could to keep his sanity. But he had to believe this was just one part of parenthood that he would get through, and for some reason it was important to him for Kylie Hagan to believe that as well.
"Things are going to be all right, Ms. Hagan," he said soothingly. "That"s why we"re meeting today, to make sure of it." He flashed her a smile.
She glanced up and met his gaze. "I want to believe that," she said quietly. "Under the circ.u.mstances I think we should forgo formality. Please call me Kylie."
"Okay, and I"m Chance." After a pause he said, "Kylie, I want you to believe things will work out. We have to think positively that we"ll get through this particular episode in our children"s lives. We have good kids-they"re just a little headstrong and stubborn. But I believe with some parental guidance they"ll be fine."
"I hope so. Otherwise if they continue with the route they"re going, they"re bound to make a mistake."
Chance raised a brow. "By mistake you mean...?"
"Taking their relationship to a level they aren"t ready for, Chance."
He liked the way his name easily flowed from her lips. "I take it you mean s.e.x."
"Yes, that"s precisely what I"m talking about. Over the years, I"ve had the mother-daughter talks with Tiffany, but when teenagers are in love, or think they"re in love, they believe that s.e.x is just another way to show how much they care."
They paused in their conversation when a waitress came to give Chance his beer, hand them menus and fill their water gla.s.ses.
"And you think that"s going to be on their minds?" he asked.
"Of course. Raging teenage hormones are the worst kind."
He picked up his gla.s.s to take a sip of beer. "Are they?"
"Yes, trust me, I know. I had Tiffany when I was sixteen."
Chance"s gla.s.s stopped midway to his lips. His mouth opened in surprise. "Sixteen?"
"Yes. So I hope you can understand why I"m upset with all of this. I don"t want Tiffany to make the same mistake I made as a teenager."
Chance nodded. That explained the reason Kylie didn"t look old enough to have a fifteen-year-old daughter. That meant she was around thirty-one, but still she didn"t look a day over twenty-five. "Did you and Tiffany"s father get married?"
Her laugh was bitter. "Are you kidding? He had to make a choice between me and a football scholarship to Hampton University. He chose college."
"I didn"t."
Kylie glanced up from studying her water gla.s.s. "You didn"t what?"
"I was faced with the same decision as Tiffany"s father. My girlfriend, Marcus"s mother, got pregnant when we were seniors in high school. We were both eighteen and had plans for college. We acknowledged our mistake and felt that no matter what, we loved each other and loved the child we had made. Instead of going to college, we got married, remained here in Charlotte and made the best of things. I later went to college at night. My wife died of cancer when Marcus was nine."
Chance finished his beer. A part of him regretted that the man who had gotten Kylie pregnant hadn"t done the responsible thing. "It must have been hard for you, pregnant at sixteen," he said.
"It was." He could tell by the way her lips were quivering their conversation was bringing back painful memories for her. "I disappointed my parents tremendously, embarra.s.sed them. When it was determined that the father didn"t want me or his child as part of his future, my parents tried talking me into giving up my baby for adoption, but I refused. That caused friction between us the entire nine months. Things got so bad at home that I had to go live with my best friend and her mother the last couple months of my pregnancy."
After taking a sip of water, she said, "The day the nurse brought Tiffany to me for the first time after I"d given birth to her, I gazed down at my beautiful daughter and knew I had made the right decision, no matter how my parents felt."
"Did they eventually come around to your way of thinking?"
"Years later when they realized they were denying themselves the chance to get to know their granddaughter. But at first they wanted me to know what a mistake I"d made in keeping her. They"d intended to teach me a lesson. I couldn"t move back home so I continued to live with my friend"s family until I was able to get an apartment at seventeen. I finished high school at night while working at a grocery store as a cashier during the day. My best friend, who also became Tiffany"s G.o.dmother, kept her at night so I could finish school. It was hard but I was determined to make it work. After high school, I went to college and I struggled for years as a single parent before I finally earned a degree. I got a management position and later purchased a modest home for me and Tiffany."
"What made you decide to move here?"
"The company where I worked as a supervisor decided to downsize. My position was no longer needed so they gave me a pretty nice severance package. Instead of seeing losing my job as the end of the world, I decided to turn it into an opportunity to do something I"d always wanted to do."
"Open up a florist shop?"
"Yes. The reason I decided on Charlotte was that Lena had moved here after college and I liked the area the couple of times I"d come to visit her."
"Lena?"