Twins Under The Tree. Leigh Riker

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      THE NEXT MORNING Jenna drove out to the McMann ranch. If that’s painful, you don’t have to spend time with them, Shadow had said, and keeping her commitment to Amy was harder each time she saw the twins. She’d had a near panic attack on the way out here and had to pull over until her pulse settled. The bittersweet sorrow she felt whenever she held Amy’s babies—part grief for her friend who would never see them grow up, part grief for herself that these sweet babies weren’t hers—was something she had to manage. But these visits also filled her heart.

      She was surprised to find Hadley at the ranch. On a weekday he should be working at the NLS. Too bad she hadn’t driven by the ranch this time to check if his truck was there.

      Jenna took a deep breath. She imagined he wasn’t any happier to see her than she was to see him. Taking the bag from Sherry’s shop off the seat, she got out of her car with a growing sense of dread, then started toward the house. She’d hoped he wouldn’t follow, but Hadley fell into step beside her.

      “I can take that,” he said. “Luke and Gracie are napping.”

      “I’ll wait for them to wake up. Maybe Clara has time for a cup of coffee. I like to watch her open my gifts for the twins.”

      “Maybe on your next visit,” Hadley said. “If you turn around now, head back to town, I’ll tell Clara you dropped off the presents.”

      Jenna groaned. First, he’d wanted to bring the package home from the store. Now he hoped to send her on her way without seeing the twins. But she was saved from having to respond. Clara appeared in the doorway with a broad smile and waved at her. “I have pecan coffee cake and a fresh pot. Hadley?” she said. “Will you join us?”

      He stopped. “Thanks, but I was about to start cleaning out the barn. After that I’ll mend the corral gate. Should keep me busy most of the day.”

      Jenna guessed he was helping Clara get ready to sell the ranch. She climbed the steps and went into the house, leaving him there on the walk. The door shut behind her, and Jenna followed Clara into the kitchen. The smells of brown sugar and butter and rich, dark coffee invited her in, and as Clara poured coffee, then set cream and sugar on the table beside the fragrant cake, Jenna cocked an ear for any sound from upstairs.

      She handed Clara the gift bag. “Wait till you see these,” she said, a soft ache starting in her heart. She stirred milk into her coffee while Clara tore open the first package wrapped in pink kitten paper. To Jenna’s own surprise, it didn’t contain the yellow sundress. “No,” she murmured, “that’s for Luke. Sherry must have gotten the outfits mixed up.”

      “Or she doesn’t buy into the notion of pink for girls, blue for boys.”

      It didn’t matter, of course. Clara oohed and ahhed over Luke’s pastel playsuit and blue sneakers, then studied the label. “Dear me, this will be too small. Luke outgrew the three-month size. Could you exchange it, Jenna, for the next one up? Even nine months might be better. I hate to inconvenience you—”

      “I’d be happy to exchange them.” Why hadn’t she thought of a bigger size? But Jenna had little experience with growing babies, and recently she’d bought mostly toys. “Grace’s present, too,” she said. “You don’t even need to open it.”

      Clara did anyway. She took great pleasure in examining the yellow sundress that had been wrapped in blue paper, one finger tracing the satin ribbon trim that wound through the bottom hem. “She’ll look adorable in this. Thank you.” Her eyes grew moist. “I’m so pleased Hadley has decided to stay here with them.”

      Jenna straightened. “I heard you were going to sell.”

      “I was, but Hadley lost his job at the NLS and decided to get this place going again instead of leaving or finding another job. How could I say no? If he succeeds, I’ll be able to keep my home, and the babies will have one, too. Next week he’ll look into buying our first cows.”

      The announcement startled Jenna. Was this good or bad for her? On one hand, the twins would still be here, and Jenna could keep checking on them as well as on Hadley. On the other, she would have to put up with him. And vice versa. His attitude wouldn’t make things easy.

      Clara studied her over the rim of her coffee cup, raised halfway to her mouth. “I’ve noticed you and Hadley aren’t exactly friends, but that man doesn’t know what he needs.”

      “That doesn’t sound like the Hadley Smith Amy described.”

      “You believe everything she told you?”

      “That sounds naive, doesn’t it?” But Jenna recalled the evenings she’d spent with Amy, hearing the other woman’s complaints about Hadley, relating their quarrels—which might or might not have happened as she said. Amy’s tears had been real, though, and not simply due to pregnancy hormones. Jenna had witnessed for herself how quickly Hadley’s temper flared. Because of her father, she knew all about how harmful that could be to a young person, and she’d definitely keep her eye on Hadley.

      Clara cocked her head to listen for a moment. “Ah, Luke’s up. Grace will be, too. That little imp never lets his sister sleep once he’s awake.”

      Wondering about her blind acceptance of Amy’s stories, Jenna sat motionless in her chair at the table after Clara had left the room. The СКАЧАТЬ