them.â
âNot today.â
âHow are you feeling?â he asked.
For a second she didnât understand the question. Then reality returned. Thatâs rightâheâd witnessed her breakdown earlier in the day. Talk about an emotion dump.
âI meant to call you,â she said, moving beside him as they walked away from the medics. âTo apologize. I usually have my meltdowns in private.â
âItâs okay. Iâd say I understand, but youâll probably bite my head off if I do. How about if I tell you Iâm sympathetic?â
âI would appreciate that.â
She hesitated, wondering if she was supposed to say more. Or if he would ask. Not that she had anythingto say. She was still grasping the reality of her friendâs bequest and hadnât made a decision about what to do next. Despite the attorneyâs promise that she had at least three years before she needed to decide anything, Pia felt the pressure weighing on her.
Not that she was going to discuss her dilemma in front of Raoul. Heâd already suffered enough.
âWhat were you doing here?â she asked. âAt the school.â
Heâd come to a stop and was staring back at the school. His gaze moved from one firefighter to another. The chief stood on a garden wall about three feet high, yelling out orders to her team.
âAre you worried about the kids?â Pia asked. âDonât be. Iâve sat through plenty of preparedness meetings. Theyâre great to attend if youâre having trouble sleeping. Anyway, thereâs a plan for each school, and a master list. Attendance is taken daily and sent by computer to the district office. A list of who is out that day is brought to the disaster site. Trust me. Every student is accounted for.â
He looked at her, his dark eyes bright with surprise. âTheyâre all women.â
âMost teachers are.â
âThe firefighters. Theyâre all women.â
âOh, that.â She shrugged. âItâs Foolâs Gold. What did you expect?â
He appeared both confused and lost, which on a tall, good-looking guy was kind of appealing. Assuming she was interested, and she wasnât. If her natural wariness about guys wasnât enough, Raoul was famous-ish, and she didnât need the pain and suffering that came withthat type. Not to mention the fact that she might soon be pregnant with another coupleâs embryos.
A week ago her life had been predictable and boring. Now she was in the running to be a tabloid headline. Boring was better.
âThereâs a man shortage,â Pia said patiently. âSurely youâve noticed there arenât a lot of men in town. I thought that was why youâd moved here.â
âThere are men.â
âOkay. Where?â
âThe town has children.â He pointed to the few students still waiting to be picked up. âThey have fathers.â
âThatâs true. We do have a few breeding pairs, for experimental purposes.â
He took a step back.
She grinned. âSorry. Iâm kidding. Yes, there are men in town, but statistically, we donât have very many. Certainly not enough. So if you find yourself exceptionally popular, donât let it go to your head.â
âI think I liked you better when you were having your breakdown,â he muttered.
âYou wouldnât be the first man to prefer a woman in a weakened condition. Full strength, weâre a threat. Being as big and tough as you are, Iâd hoped for something more. Life is nothing if not a disappointment. You didnât answer my question from before. What were you doing here?â
He looked distracted, as if he were having trouble keeping up. âTalking to Mrs. Millerâs fourth-grade class. I speak to students. Usually theyâre in high school, but she wouldnât take no for an answer.â
âShe probably wanted to spend the hour