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see. The dating thing, which by the way, I did not make any money on, was just to help my friend Tara have the money she needed so that she wouldn’t lose her spot in grad school. There was no sex or anything. And then we opened up the service to a couple of other people.”
“So you set this up to help friends?” Mia’s brows were knit questioningly.
“Yeah. Tara’s scholarships and grants didn’t come through and she was going to lose her spot at BU if she didn’t have the money to pay. I first offered to lend her the money, but she wouldn’t take it. And Liz and I knew this guy from her parent’s country club who really wanted someone to take to business and social events, so I thought they could help each other. Tara got the money she needed for grad school and Perry had dates for his business and social engagements.”
Mia looked amazed. “And the gambling business?”
Zac smiled and shrugged, “Hey, if some assholes want to give me their money.”
Mia’s laugh was instantaneous. “You really are quite the entrepreneur. You actually have more in common with your father than you think.”
“Not easy to be his son.” Zac looked down.
“Why is that?”
“He’s kind of larger than life in every respect.”
“Like I said, you have more in common with him than you think. Maybe you want to give some thought to going over to Zambia and working for a while at the physical therapy rehab center your dad helped create. A change of scenery and time overseas might be good for you.”
“Beats the Army,” Zac laughed.
Laughing, Mia shook her head, “Nothing is sacred that is said around Portia.”
“Zambia is his thing, Mia. I don’t want to go there and be some lackey doing grunt work for a bunch of doctors. And I don’t want to go there and be Schooner Moore’s son.”
“I understand.” Mia stood up.
As she reached the door, he asked, “Mia, can I stay here?”
This time her brows knit tightly, thrown off by his question, “Of course you can, Zac. This is your home.”
He was glad when she was on the other side of the door, not wanting her to see the effect her last statement had on him. His home. His family. He knew he had to work hard not to fuck this up. Again. With Nathaniel and Portia now as part of the equation, the stakes had been raised. He was the big brother they looked up to and he wasn’t going to let them down.
Chapter Ten
Summer after Sophomore Year
New York City
Mia was out on Fire Island with the kids full-time for the summer and his father spent weekends out there with them. Zac joined them when he wasn’t working at either of his jobs, doing personal training at Level 9, his father’s health club, or as a barista at Starbucks.”
“Check it out,” Zac walked into his father’s office and tossed a letter across the desk to his dad.
Scanning the letter, Schooner looked up with a smile. “Good deal. And they accepted all of your credits from Bryson. This is excellent news.”
There it was, City College of New York’s Grove School of Engineering had accepted him. He was surprised at how much more excited he was to get into CCNY than he had been when he was accepted at Bryson. He couldn’t wait to get back into school. Zac had something to prove, not only to his father, but to himself.
His first week home, Zac had secured an appointment with the Dean of the undergraduate engineering program, knowing that he’d have a better chance of being accepted at this late date if he had the opportunity to have a face-to-face meeting. Taking a proactive stance in securing himself a spot, at least on the waitlist, would show his father that he was serious about his education and getting an engineering degree.
What happened at Bryson was unfortunate and Zac was really feeling the effects of it this summer. Working as a trainer was getting tedious. There was a waiting list of women who wanted him to train them. Most were giggly college girls home for the summer and each of
“So you set this up to help friends?” Mia’s brows were knit questioningly.
“Yeah. Tara’s scholarships and grants didn’t come through and she was going to lose her spot at BU if she didn’t have the money to pay. I first offered to lend her the money, but she wouldn’t take it. And Liz and I knew this guy from her parent’s country club who really wanted someone to take to business and social events, so I thought they could help each other. Tara got the money she needed for grad school and Perry had dates for his business and social engagements.”
Mia looked amazed. “And the gambling business?”
Zac smiled and shrugged, “Hey, if some assholes want to give me their money.”
Mia’s laugh was instantaneous. “You really are quite the entrepreneur. You actually have more in common with your father than you think.”
“Not easy to be his son.” Zac looked down.
“Why is that?”
“He’s kind of larger than life in every respect.”
“Like I said, you have more in common with him than you think. Maybe you want to give some thought to going over to Zambia and working for a while at the physical therapy rehab center your dad helped create. A change of scenery and time overseas might be good for you.”
“Beats the Army,” Zac laughed.
Laughing, Mia shook her head, “Nothing is sacred that is said around Portia.”
“Zambia is his thing, Mia. I don’t want to go there and be some lackey doing grunt work for a bunch of doctors. And I don’t want to go there and be Schooner Moore’s son.”
“I understand.” Mia stood up.
As she reached the door, he asked, “Mia, can I stay here?”
This time her brows knit tightly, thrown off by his question, “Of course you can, Zac. This is your home.”
He was glad when she was on the other side of the door, not wanting her to see the effect her last statement had on him. His home. His family. He knew he had to work hard not to fuck this up. Again. With Nathaniel and Portia now as part of the equation, the stakes had been raised. He was the big brother they looked up to and he wasn’t going to let them down.
Chapter Ten
Summer after Sophomore Year
New York City
Mia was out on Fire Island with the kids full-time for the summer and his father spent weekends out there with them. Zac joined them when he wasn’t working at either of his jobs, doing personal training at Level 9, his father’s health club, or as a barista at Starbucks.”
“Check it out,” Zac walked into his father’s office and tossed a letter across the desk to his dad.
Scanning the letter, Schooner looked up with a smile. “Good deal. And they accepted all of your credits from Bryson. This is excellent news.”
There it was, City College of New York’s Grove School of Engineering had accepted him. He was surprised at how much more excited he was to get into CCNY than he had been when he was accepted at Bryson. He couldn’t wait to get back into school. Zac had something to prove, not only to his father, but to himself.
His first week home, Zac had secured an appointment with the Dean of the undergraduate engineering program, knowing that he’d have a better chance of being accepted at this late date if he had the opportunity to have a face-to-face meeting. Taking a proactive stance in securing himself a spot, at least on the waitlist, would show his father that he was serious about his education and getting an engineering degree.
What happened at Bryson was unfortunate and Zac was really feeling the effects of it this summer. Working as a trainer was getting tedious. There was a waiting list of women who wanted him to train them. Most were giggly college girls home for the summer and each of
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