Twin Blessings and Toward Home: Twin Blessings / Toward Home. Carolyne Aarsen

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      The walk to the Napier cabin only took ten minutes, but with each step Sandra wondered at the implications for her future. She needed this job to pay for the shipment of glass that would only be delivered cash on delivery. Trouble was she only had enough cash for a few groceries and not near enough for the glass.

      At one time she’d been a praying person, but she didn’t think God could be bothered with something as minor as a desperate need for money to pay bills.

      As she rounded the corner, she saw Logan’s van parked beside Florence’s car, and her step faltered as she remembered what the girls had told her about Uncle Logan.

      A tough disciplinarian who made them go to church every Sunday whether they wanted to or not. A man who kept them to a strict and rigid schedule.

      A shiver of apprehension trailed down Sandra’s neck at the thought of facing Logan again. This time as her potential boss. A boss she had smart mouthed on the way here. Why had she done it? she thought.

      Because he was just like her father, she reminded herself. Though Sandra knew she would never dare be as flippant with Josh Bachman as she was with the formidable Logan Napier.

      The front door of the cabin opened, and Florence stepped out carrying a garment bag. She lifted her head at the same moment Sandra stepped forward.

      “Oh, Sandra. Hello, darling. We’ve been waiting for you.” Florence set the garment bag on the hood of her little car and flowed toward Sandra, enveloping her in a hug. “The girls were wondering if you were even coming today.”

      “I’m sorry.” Sandra made a futile gesture in the direction of Medicine Hat. “My car. I brought it in for a routine oil change but they found more trouble with it.”

      “Goodness, how did you get here?”

      Sandra caught her lip between her teeth as she glanced at Logan’s minivan. “I hitchhiked.”

      “That’s my girl,” Florence said approvingly. “Innovative and not scared to accept a challenge.” Florence smiled, but Sandra sensed a measure of hesitation.

      “So, where are the girls?” Sandra didn’t know her status, but she figured it was better to simply act as if she still had a job.

      Florence laid an arm over Sandra’s shoulders, drawing her a short distance away from the house. “There’s been a small complication, Sandra,” Florence said, lowering her voice. “The girls’ uncle came here. Unexpectedly.” Florence laughed as if dismissing this minor problem.

      Sandra gave her a weak smile in return. “And what does that mean?” As if she didn’t know. Staid Uncle Logan would hardly approve of a smart-mouthed hitchhiking tutor, regardless of her reasons.

      “I think we’re okay, but you will have to talk to him.”

      “Haven’t you talked to him yet? Haven’t you told him that you hired me? We had an agreement.”

      Florence tossed a furtive glance over her shoulder, and that insignificant gesture told Sandra precisely how much influence Florence had with Uncle Logan.

      None.

      Florence looked at Sandra, her hand resting on Sandra’s shoulder. “It would probably be best if you spoke with him. Told him your credentials, that kind of thing.”

      Sandra looked at Florence, whose gaze flittered away. “Okay. I will. Where is he?”

      “He’s in the house. He’s unpacking, so I think that means he’ll be staying at least tonight.” Florence turned, giving Sandra a light push in the direction of the house. “You go talk to him. You’ll do fine.”

      “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Sandra muttered as she faced the house. She took a deep breath and walked purposefully toward the cabin. Up the stairs, her footsteps echoing on the wood, and then she was standing at the door.

      She knocked, hesitant at first, then angry with her indecisiveness, knocking harder the second time.

      The door opened almost immediately, making Sandra wonder if he had been watching to see if she would come to the house.

      Logan stood framed by the open door. He looked as conservative as he had when he picked her up. Khaki pants, a cotton button-down shirt. All he was missing was a pair of glasses and a pocket protector.

      “Hi,” she said with a forced jocularity. “You know who I am. Now you know what I am.”

      Logan wasn’t smiling, however. “Come on in, Sandra. We need to talk.”

      Sandra knew that though she may have weaseled a smile out of him this afternoon, she probably wouldn’t now.

      Chapter Two

      As Sandra walked past him, Logan caught his mother’s concerned look. But Florence stayed where she was.

      He wasn’t surprised that his mother didn’t come rushing in to support the person she had hired. Confrontation wasn’t Florence’s style.

      Logan closed the door quietly and turned to face Sandra. She wore a dress with short sleeves. Demure and much more suited to a teacher than the shorts and tank top she had on this afternoon. She had tied up her hair earlier into some kind of braid, finishing the picture.

      “Are the girls around?” Sandra asked, her hands clasped in front of her.

      “They’re upstairs, I think. They haven’t dared to come down yet.” Logan rested his hands on his hips as he studied her. She was as pretty as before, but definitely not the type of girl he wanted teaching his flighty nieces. They needed an older, stronger influence.

      “Do I pass?” she asked suddenly, her brown eyes narrowed.

      Logan held her gaze. “I’m sorry to tell you this, Sandra, but you don’t have a job. The girls and I are heading back to Calgary tomorrow.”

      “I thought they were staying here for the summer.”

      “They were.” Logan put emphasis on the last word. “But their antics and those of my mother have proved to me that they are better off in Calgary where I can keep a close eye on them.” It wasn’t what he wanted at all, but he certainly wasn’t going to leave them with someone like her.

      “Your mother hired me to teach the girls for the rest of the summer. We had an agreement.”

      Logan heard the contentious tone in her voice but wasn’t moved by it. “I’m the legal guardian of these girls, and I’m the one who has to make decisions that I think are best for them. Not my mother.”

      “And you wouldn’t consider letting the girls stay and having me tutor them?”

      Logan shook his head. His nieces had spent enough of their life living around unsuitable people when their parents were alive, carting them around from boat СКАЧАТЬ