"What are you saying, Alain?" He ushered her into the blanket-covered tent and sat down at the table that held a bottle of wine, two glasses, and two covered dishes from a local restaurant. "I shouldn't be telling you this.” He grimaced. “I saw your friend with both of his kids as I was leaving Jon Stewart's office last week. Jon told me they were waiting outside. How did you know?" "I didn't," she replied. "I knew Nick had two children, but I never dreamed . . . are they both up for adoption?" "Not that it would matter," Alain told her bluntly, "because you still aren't married. As far as I know, only the little girl is being adopted out." Emilie stared over his head. "You wouldn't necessarily know if they were both up for adoption though." "That's true," Alain allowed. "I didn't think about you being interested in adopting a boy that age." "Not that it would do me any good, because I'm not married." She sadly repeated his words. "Exactly," Alain agreed without noticing her tone. "The man is adamant about there being two parents.
