Nick.
Two
N ick drove his black sports car away from the strip mall where Grace rented space for her office. Relief dominated his feelings as he glanced at his watch. His lunch appointment with his closest friends would get his mind off this problem for the time being.
Jake and Tony were already waiting and soon Gabe Benton joined them. Over hamburgers, Nick realized the lunch was not pushing his problem out of mind.
âNick, I donât think you heard a word I said,â Jake stated.
âSorry,â Nick answered. âItâs Dad and what he wants. Long story, but the three of you know about the baby that might be Bartâs. Dad has a bee in his bonnet about getting the baby into the Rafford family.â
âAnd thatâs not what the babyâs guardian wants,â Tony guessed.
âMoney talks. I canât imagine your dad hasnât made her anoffer or had you make her an offer,â Jake remarked. âThatâs the usual MO for all our dads.â
âSheâs not interested.â
âIs this the new caterer you had?â Tony asked.
âAs a matter of fact, yes.â
âSimple. Just marry her,â Jake suggested with a twinkle in his eyes.
Nick gave him a look. âIâm not marrying anyone to get something for Dad. Iâm not marrying for years, period. All you guys will be married before I am.â
âThe hell you say,â Tony replied. âName your price, Iâll bet youâre married first.â
Nick relaxed, enjoying the good-natured exchange and getting his mind off his problem. âI will be the last. One million in the pot.â
âOh, no. Iâm definitely going to be the holdout. Iâll bet a million and I will win,â Jake said.
âIâm guaranteed to win,â Tony stated.
âYou guysâbetting a million over getting married. I could be the winner because Iâm the youngest, but my money is going elsewhere,â Gabe said. âCount me out of this.â
âAll right,â Nick said. âWe have a bet. Last one to marry gets one million from the other twoânamely, I will collect from both of you.â
âDeal,â Jake said as Tony nodded. âItâs sweet,â Jake added. âGabe is our witness. I donât expect this bet to be over for years.â
âYou guys are in it now, and it will be years,â Nick said, smiling and relaxing.
Their conversation shifted to sports and for half an hour he didnât think about Grace, the baby or his father. It wasnât until he told his friends goodbye and left that he went back to thinking about his fatherâs demands.
âMight as well get this over now,â he said to himself,dreading breaking the news to his father. He changed direction and headed to his fatherâs palatial estate. When he entered the grounds, he called his dadâs nurse to let her know he was coming.
Circling splashing fountains, assorted statues and well-tended beds of flowers, Nick drove around the mansion to the back, sitting in the car long enough to call his office and tell them when he would be in.
He pushed the bell at the back and the door was opened by a gray-haired uniformed woman he had known since childhood.
âGood morning, Miss Lou,â Nick said, smiling at her.
âMorning to you, Mr. Nick. Your father will be glad to see you.â
âI have doubts about that. Iâm telling him something he doesnât want to hear.â
She laughed. âNone of your escapades now!â
âThere hasnât been any such nonsense since I went off to college,â he said, laughing with her.
She chuckled and shook her head. âHeâs in the library. Heâll be glad to see you. I think heâs lonesome. He talks to me a lot more now.â
âThen he shouldnât be so lonesome. Youâre good company,â Nick said, smiling at her. He walked down the broad terrazzo-floored hall