Yuletide Proposal. Lois Richer

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      Her heart raced, pitter-pattering like any high-school junior’s did whenever she saw the local heartthrob. She was nervous, that’s all. After all, this man was asking a lot of her, and he’d betrayed her once.

      “Listen, Brianna. Last night I learned that Eve Larsen had overdosed on drugs.” Zac tented his fingers.

      “Jaclyn called me in for a consult.” She frowned. “What has that to do with Cory?”

      Zac sat back, shifted, and then finally lifted his gaze to meet hers.

      “Until Cory’s incident I had no idea that Hope—that the school—that we had a drug problem.”

      “Maybe you don’t.”

      “It’s the start of one. Hear me out, Brianna.” Zac stared at her as if she had something smeared over her face. “I’ve worked where the schools become infested with drugs. They creep in and then take over if nobody stops it. Once they’re in place, it’s desperately hard to get rid of a drug problem and loosen their grip on the student population. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

      “So?”

      “So when Cory’s case was thrown at me, I knew I couldn’t ignore it, not when I’m responsible for the rest of the students. He’s a very smart kid, Brianna, but he needs a challenge, something that tests his current beliefs about the world. He needs to be forced to use that brain.” Zac paused, his glance holding hers. “As I understand it, so far Cory’s been involved in misdemeanors, petty stuff—minor theft, nasty pranks, breaking his curfew—the kind of things that have repeatedly sent him to juvenile court.”

      “Yes.” She was ashamed to hear Zac say it.

      “And before you moved here, his last act was to join a gang. Not exactly the remorse a judge is looking for, which is probably why he gave Cory until Christmas to clean up his act and threatened him with juvenile detention if he doesn’t.”

      “That’s what the judge said to me,” Brianna admitted.

      “So you thought you’d move here, and Cory would turn around.” Zac leaned forward, holding her gaze with his intense one. “I’m very afraid that Cory’s not going to find the challenge he needs in Hope, Brianna. Not the way the school is now.”

      Brianna sat back, concern mounting as she absorbed the impact of Zac’s words. She understood what he wasn’t saying. She’d arrived at Whispering Hope Clinic believing her work here would be much easier than her old job. But in the past few weeks she’d begun to question her ability, to wonder if she’d ever get the response she needed in order to help these kids.

      “I know a little about drugs,” she murmured. “I did some practicum work with kids who were using. For most of the clients I saw then, the best I could offer was a listening ear.”

      “Don’t you want to do more for Cory, much more?” Zac remained quiet, waiting for her to assimilate what he’d said.

      In that silence, Brianna recognized the depth of his concern. His brow was furrowed—fingers clenched, shoulders rigid. The Zac she remembered only worried when something was out of his control.

      “Do you think the drug situation in Hope is so bad that Cory’s future is out the window?” she asked, nerves taut.

      “Not yet.” Zac shook his head.

      “Then what are you saying?” she asked, holding back her fear.

      “I’m saying that without something to counteract the drugs—and soon—there’s potential to ruin a lot of lives, including Cory’s. I’m asking for your help to create that counteraction.”

      “How?” she asked cautiously.

      “I’m not sure yet. That’s the problem.” Zac dragged a hand through his short hair, a familiar gesture that showed his frustration with having to go outside himself and his resources to accomplish something. He glared at her, his eyes intent. “When it comes to administration I’m the best you’ll find.”

      “And humble, too,” she teased. Zac glared. “Sorry. Go on.”

      “I can set the rules. I can find f-funding for programs. I can insist the teachers go beyond the usual to meet student needs...” The stutter proved Zac was moving well out of his comfort zone with his plea for help.

      “But?” she prodded, confused by his words and his manner. Belligerent but beseeching.

      “But I can’t get inside their heads.” His eyes glittered with suppressed emotion.

      Suppressed emotion? Cool analytical Zac?

      “I insisted the board hand over student counseling to Whispering Hope Clinic, to you, because the kids need somebody who’s engaged in their world, not a visiting counselor who will listen to them for an hour here or there, then disappear. They’ll see you on the street, in the café, at the grocery store. And they’ll know you are interested in them because that’s who you are. You’re a genuine nurturer, and they’ll recognize that.” He exhaled heavily.

      “Thank you,” Brianna murmured, surprised by his generosity.

      “I’m the authority figure. But you—you’re outside the school system, new in town, fresh from the big city. They’ll accept ideas from you. That won’t be a problem.”

      “A problem for what?” She felt totally confused.

      “For getting rid of the apathy that shrouds Hope. You don’t carry any baggage about Hope.”

      “I don’t? You’re dreaming, Zac.” Brianna glared at him, hoping to remind him of their past.

      “I meant preconceptions about these kids that would block you from seeing potential in them.” Their gazes locked before he looked away. “Knowing you, I’m pretty sure you’re brimming with ideas of what you want to accomplish in your practice. Innovation. Change.” He nodded. “That’s what I want, too.”

      Brianna now had an inkling of where Zac was going with this and she didn’t like it. She did not want to work with him. She did not want to rehash all her old feelings of regret and rejection and get bogged down in them. Mostly she didn’t want to go back to those horrible hours and days after their almost-wedding when she’d struggled with the rightness of her decision to leave Hope and Zac.

      “Just spell out what you want from me, will you, Zac?”

      “Okay, I will.” He inhaled. “I need a plan to get these kids motivated. Hope isn’t like it was when we grew up here, Brianna.” He hunched forward, his face as serious as she’d ever seen it. “These kids aren’t gung ho about their future.”

      “Not all of our peers were when we were growing up, either,” she reminded.

      “Maybe not, but the vast majority of this generation of Hope’s kids have stopped imagining bigger or better. I want you to help me change that.”

      Brianna stared at him, amazed by the passion in his voice.

      “Aren’t you going to say anything?” СКАЧАТЬ