Anything for Her Children. Darlene Gardner
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CHAPTER TWO
K ERI FOUND B RYAN LYING on his bed, his earphones blotting out all noise except the songs on his MP3 player.
She knocked on the open door, but he didn’t sit up until she stepped into his field of vision. His eyes were no longer red, but a few balled-up tissues littered the floor near the wastebasket. He wore a Springhill High basketball T-shirt and team sweatpants.
She didn’t yet have all the facts, but her heart already ached for him. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, which wasn’t usually the way she felt around Bryan. It was how she always felt when dealing with Rose.
“Springhill lost by six,” she finally told him.
Bryan indicated the sleek black cell phone beside him on the bed. “I know. Hubie text messaged. He told me about the college scouts.”
Keri nodded. The verification seemed to make him feel worse. He hung his head, his expression dejected. Keri had never seen Bryan like this before.
If not for basketball, Keri might have worried that the easygoing Bryan would let life pass him by. But on court, he turned into a fierce competitor.
“Can I sit down?” she asked.
He moved over, making room for her on the extralong bed she’d special-ordered so his feet wouldn’t hang over the end.
His bedroom couldn’t have been more different from Rose’s. Everything had a place, from the neat rows of books on his bookshelf to the stacks of CDs behind his bed. He’d replaced the posters of NBA stars that used to adorn his walls with an assortment of excellent photographs he’d taken himself, but left in place shelves crowded with basketball trophies.
“I talked to Coach Quinlan after the game,” Keri said.
Bryan let out a harsh sound, making it very clear what he thought of his basketball coach. Keri was still making up her mind. Aside from his height, the coach hadn’t looked the way she’d expected him to. With short brown hair that sprang back from his forehead in thick waves, high cheekbones and clear hazel eyes, he resembled a grown-up version of the All-American boy. But she had enough sense not to judge the caliber of a man by the strength of his good looks.
“I didn’t know Coach Quinlan was one of your teachers,” she continued.
“Lucky me,” Bryan muttered under his breath, his sarcasm heavy and uncharacteristic.
“He said he suspended you because someone else wrote the paper you turned in.”
Bryan spun toward her, his dark eyes wide. He looked so much like his mother at that moment that Keri’s breath caught. “And you believe I’d do something like that?”
She didn’t. Rose hadn’t been far off when she’d remarked that Bryan didn’t drive Keri crazy. In the three years since she’d become their guardian and later their adoptive mother, Keri had few complaints. Oh, Bryan sometimes forgot to phone and let her know where he was. And he’d arrived home after curfew more than once. But overall, he was a very good kid.
“I didn’t say I believed it,” Keri said slowly, “but I would like to hear your side of the story.”
“I wrote my own paper. That’s my side.”
“Then why does Coach Quinlan think someone else wrote it?”
“Because Becky Harding is mad I didn’t ask her to the Snowball Dance.”
“Becky Harding?” Keri tried to remember if he’d mentioned the girl before but couldn’t place her name. So many girls congregated around Bryan that Keri couldn’t even recall the name of the tall, willowy blonde he’d taken to the dance. “Who’s she?”
“Some cheerleader who has a thing for me. We hung out a couple of times, sure, but she made too much of it.”
“So this Becky Harding, she told Coach Quinlan she wrote your paper?”
“Yeah, but she can’t prove it. It wasn’t handwritten or anything.”
“So why didn’t you offer to show him the saved document on your computer?”
“Becky told him she sent it to me electronically, then erased it.”
Bryan had given the impression he’d just found out about the suspension when he showed up at the house before game time, but he seemed to know an awful lot about the details.
“Bryan, when did Coach Quinlan suspend you?” Keri asked.
He answered her immediately. “At school today.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“Because the charges are bogus. I thought Coach would realize that and let me play. I just don’t get him.” Bryan made a noise and shook his head. “Must be on some kind of power trip.”
Keri tried to make sense of that. “But if the story’s not true, what motive would he have to suspend his best player?”
“To prove he’s a hard-ass,” Bryan retorted.
Keri slanted him a look rich with disapproval.
“Sorry,” Bryan said quickly. “I meant he’s one of those tough guys who won’t change his mind no matter what.”
“And you think he’s made up his mind about you?”
“He believed Becky Harding, didn’t he?”
“Did you tell him your side?”
“Hell, y—I mean, yes, ma’am. But he wouldn’t listen. He has this chip on his shoulder, like he has something to prove.”
“What can he possibly prove without his best player on the floor?”
“That he’s such a good coach he can win with anybody in the lineup.”
The logic seemed skewed to Keri, but then she couldn’t relate to the Grady Quinlans of the world. “I’ll talk to him again tomorrow after practice.”
Bryan didn’t say anything for a few moments. “How ’bout if I ask Mr. Marco to be there, too?”
At the name of the school’s athletic director, Keri felt her muscles tense. “I didn’t realize you and Mr. Marco had that close of a relationship.”
“Me, neither,” Bryan said. “But he told me at the beginning of the season to come to him if I needed anything. He even gave me his cell number.”
“I don’t think—”
“Please, Keri,” Bryan pleaded, leaning closer to her. She smelled the body spray he’d started to use when he noticed girls noticing him. “Mr. Marco will be on our side.”
She hesitated, but Bryan gazed at her so beseechingly that in the end there was only one answer she could give. “Okay.”
She tried to return Bryan’s grateful smile, but her mind was already preoccupied with tomorrow’s meeting. She couldn’t say which of the two men she looked less forward to dealing with.
Grady Quinlan, the basketball coach who thought he had the right to ruin Bryan’s future. Or Tony Marco, the man to whom Keri might have pledged her own future if he hadn’t unexpectedly broken their engagement.
H ANDS LOCKED BEHIND HIS back, Grady watched the Springhill High players finish the last of the line sprints that usually signaled the end of practice.
The more free throws they missed during the two hours of practice, the more they ran.
Bryan Charleton, the best free-throw shooter on the team, usually loudly urged his teammates to follow his example as he sank shot after shot.
Bryan hadn’t shown up for practice today.
The soles of basketball