Rancher's Twins: Mum Needed. Barbara Hannay

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      Although it had nearly killed Gray to let his wife walk away from his Outback cattle property, taking their children with her, he’d been forced to accept that Anna and Josh were better off here in New York than in his home in one of the remotest corners of Australia.

      He hadn’t given in without a fight but, despite his heartbreak, he’d eventually let his family go.

      Yet, tragically, here he was, reclaiming his children and taking them halfway across the world to the very situation their mother had fled from.

      Gray had no other option. Running a cattle station was his only income-earning skill. Jabiru Creek Station was the best he had to offer. It was all he had to offer.

      He was very afraid it wasn’t enough.

      The elevator arrived and shot him quickly to the third floor, and when the doors slid open his children were waiting for him.

      ‘Daddy!’ Anna launched herself, like a small torpedo, straight into Gray’s arms.

      He let his duffel bag slip to the floor and lifted her high and she clasped him tightly around his neck.

      ‘Daddy! My daddy!’ She buried her face into his shoulder and her silky fair hair smelled wonderfully of flowers.

      ‘Hey, Dad.’ Josh was standing close, looking up expectantly.

      Crouching, Gray juggled Anna onto one knee and hugged his son. What a fine little fellow Josh was. Gray had been moved to tears when he’d heard that his small son had been brave and quick-thinking when his mother collapsed at home, rushing to dial Emergency.

      Now … how good it was to embrace them both. At last.

      They seemed fine. Gray had been worried he’d find them pale and pining, but they looked happy and healthy and bursting with energy. It was such a relief.

      ‘That’s some welcome,’ a voice said and he looked up to see a young woman with dark hair and dark shiny eyes standing in the apartment’s open doorway.

      Holly O’Mara, Chelsea’s young cousin. Gray sent her a smile that felt crooked with emotion. He winced at the twinge in his ankle when he stood once more.

      ‘Holly,’ he said, holding out his hand.

      ‘It’s good to see you, Gray.’

      He didn’t know this young woman very well. On the rare occasions they’d met at family gatherings, Holly had always been shy, keeping well in the background, as if she preferred her own company, so he’d never gone out of his way to chat with her. Besides, she was training to be an English teacher, which meant she was as well educated and cultured as his former wife, another woman destined to remind him of his inadequacies.

      But he couldn’t deny he owed her a great deal. She’d been sole carer of his children for three long, difficult months.

      With the twins skipping at his heels, he followed Holly inside the apartment. It was then, without warning, that he was sideswiped by a new emotion—the realisation that his beautiful bride was gone for ever.

      It was crazy to feel like this now. Truth was, Gray had already lost Chelsea three years ago when she left him. He’d done his grieving then, and in time he’d moved on, eventually finding comfort in a healthy cynicism for the married state.

      Now, suddenly, the finality of her passing hit him like a physical blow. A sense of loss descended like black, suffocating cloud.

      Don’t break down. Not now. Not in front of the children.

      He heard Holly say gently, ‘You’ve had a long journey. Why don’t you go through to the living room? Take the weight off. I have coffee brewing.’

      Gray was grateful for the normality and everyday ease of her welcome. ‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Thanks for everything, Holly.’

      Their gazes met in an unexpected moment of connection. Holly was smiling, but Gray thought he saw tears glistening in her dark eyes and he felt a painful tightening in his throat.

      He spoke more gruffly than he meant to. ‘Come on, kids, show me the way.’

      * * *

      Holly told herself to keep smiling as she watched Gray and his children head down the hall. Alone in the kitchen, however, she was fighting tears as she filled the coffee-maker.

      It was two months now since her break-up with Brandon, but Gray’s arrival at last brought it all back—memories of the horrible phone call, the heartbreak in the following weeks of anxiety, of hoping against all hope for another call. It was all a mistake, Holly. I really do love you.

      But on top of that pain … she felt so tense, so conflicted about this reunion.

      Oh, she was very happy for Anna and Josh. She knew how much they needed their father, and it was wonderful to see how thrilled they were. But she wasn’t sure she could bear to let them go all the way back to Australia.

      Of course, Gray had every right to take his children home, and there was no denying that he loved them.

      Just now, when he’d hunkered down in the corridor to hug them, Holly had seen the way he closed his eyes and held them close against his heart. She’d watched the concentrated emotion in his face, and she’d been so moved she’d almost spoiled the moment by weeping.

      Until then, she hadn’t realised how fragile she was after the emotional pressure cooker of the last three months.

      She and the children had been through so much together, and they’d grown incredibly close. When Chelsea had died so suddenly, the very foundations of their world had been shaken and Holly had needed to dig deep, discovering a sensitivity and wisdom she hadn’t known she possessed.

      Even though Chelsea’s parents lived close by in a luxury Westside apartment, they’d been too shocked and grieving to be of much help. They’d gladly handed over their grandchildren into Holly’s full-time care until Gray Kidman arrived to claim them.

      Looking back, Holly wasn’t quite sure how she’d managed. In a cruelly short space of time she’d lost Chelsea, her cousin and her best friend, and then Brandon. Filled with despair, she’d wanted to crawl away and hide for a decade or two, and she might have done exactly that if Anna and Josh’s needs hadn’t been even greater than hers.

      To give them the love and attention they’d needed, she’d been forced to put her own heartbreak aside.

      So … in a way the children had saved her. But right now, she was finding it hard to accept that her role as an integral player in this little team was almost over. She couldn’t imagine living without them.

      ‘Look, Daddy.’ Anna lifted her top lip.

      ‘Wow. You’ve lost a tooth.’

      The little girl grinned proudly, revealing the gap. ‘I left it under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy came.’

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