The Twin Bargain. Lisa Carter

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       Chapter Three

      After Amber disappeared down the hall, Ethan rounded on GeorgeAnne. “Why does kindness make Amber cry?”

      “Because she isn’t used to it.” The older woman’s face shadowed. “She’s forgotten what it’s like.”

      “I can’t believe her father would let her live here. Why didn’t Grandma Hicks want to call Dwight?”

      “Dwight is a proud man. Too proud to admit he made a mistake.” GeorgeAnne opened a cabinet over the coffee maker. “They’ve been estranged ever since Amber ran off to marry that no-good rafting guide.”

      “What about her friends?”

      “Callie has helped—we all have—as much as Amber will let us.” GeorgeAnne pointed to a coffee can higher than her reach.

      Ethan pulled the can off the shelf and handed it to his grandmother’s dear friend. “Dwight’s not the only one too proud to admit when he’s wrong.”

      GeorgeAnne scooped coffee grounds into the filter basket. “Amber knows she made a terrible mistake when she married Tony.”

      Despite the exterior of the trailer, Amber’s kitchen was spotless. He could’ve eaten off those shiny floors of hers. The interior was immaculate if threadbare. There were no photos of the jerk who deserted Amber and left her to raise his kids alone.

      “Neither Dwight nor Amber will budge an inch.” GeorgeAnne filled the glass carafe with water from the kitchen faucet. “Nor ask the other for forgiveness.”

      Ethan grunted. “Leaving both of them miserable.”

      “That’s not the worst of it.” GeorgeAnne’s mouth pursed. “What this is doing to the twins is—”

      At the other end of the trailer, a door banged.

      GeorgeAnne’s face shifted into a semblance of what for other people constituted a smile. “Speaking of...”

      And not unlike a herd of elephants, the two small girls, their blond hair in pigtails, stampeded across the living room.

      “Sounds like there ought to be at least a dozen of them, doesn’t there?” GeorgeAnne gave him a wry look. “Sunrise to bedtime, those girls are full of energy.”

      Barefoot, they bounded toward the kitchen in their Disney princess pajamas. Catching sight of him, the twins skidded to a stop.

      Lucy—the bolder of the two—sidled closer. “Hey, Efan.”

      Stella, the aloof one, glowered at him. GeorgeAnne bustled around the tiny kitchen, dishing out cereal. The milk jug wobbled in Stella’s grasp. In the nick of time, he grabbed hold and steadied the jug. Tilting it slightly, he helped her pour the milk over her cereal.

      “Thank you,” she whispered, not raising her eyes from the bowl.

      Across the table, Lucy smiled at him, dimples in her cheeks. And despite his resolve to remain unaffected, he found himself pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Tell me about school.”

      Lucy waved her spoon. “We have art today. Stehwaa’s favowite. I wike when we do maf.” Crunch. Crunch. Swallow. Gulp. “And...”

      He grinned. “Slow down, Lucy Lou.”

      Mini-Amber giggled. “My name’s not Woocy Woo, Efan.”

      “Of course it is.” He angled toward the quiet twin. “And you’re Stella Bella.”

      Lucy dissolved into giggles. “She’s not Stehwaa Behwaa.”

      Shooting him an unamused look, Stella continued to chew.

      Amber hurried into the kitchen. “Losing your touch with the ladies, Ethan?” GeorgeAnne handed her a coffee mug, and she took a sip.

      Smiling, he shrugged. “It’s a tough crowd. But seriously?” He looked at Amber. “I don’t know how you have the energy to do everything you do.”

      Amber ambled around the table, bestowing a kiss on the forehead of each girl. “It’s not hard when you have two little morning glories to help you greet each day.”

      His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Rising from the table, he fished it out and frowned at the text. “My grandmother. I guess I should head out.”

      “Bye, Efan.” Lucy fluttered her fingers. “Make it a good one.”

      He laughed. “You, too, kid.” He ruffled her hair.

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