Marion Lennox - Adopted - Twins!

Or…sadness instead of laughter?

‘I can’t believe you did this-just when I’d made the extra bookings,’ he told them, and they stared.

‘Bookings?’ The twins knew they were expected to respond but they didn’t know how. They didn’t know what the word meant.

‘For accommodation,’ he told them. ‘Since you’d done such a fine job helping me with Cecil, and since he needs a lot of grooming at the show, I’d decided you needed to come with me. I’ve just booked hotel rooms for you and Erin, so all of us could come.’

Erin blinked. Had he?

He hadn’t. He’d only just thought of it, she decided as she watched his face, but it was a great idea. The boys faces dropped to their boots, and their look of incredulous disappointment was stunning.

‘You were going to take us?’ Henry whispered and Matt nodded.

‘Yep. But it’s no use now. We have a filthy bull.’

Charlotte’s jaw had dropped in disbelief. ‘You didn’t…’

‘Hush, Charlotte,’ Matt told her kindly. Bradley Moore, eh? Brad was a bachelor farmer living not five miles away. The man was horse mad, and had the brains of a peanut.

But he couldn’t think of that now.

‘I guess none of us can go, now,’ Matt said.

Silence. Erin was looking stunned, as well she might. She couldn’t think of a better punishment for the boys than this if she’d thought for a week. To miss out on something as brilliant as the Lassendale show…

She felt a stab of disappointment herself, and had to remind herself that he’d only made it up to punish the boys.

‘What if we catch him again?’ Henry asked. ‘We could wash him.’

Matt glanced at his watch. It was four-thirty already.

‘I have things to do,’ he said. ‘A lot if I’m to get to the show. I haven’t even started feeding yet.’

‘If he’s in the mud all by himself then we could catch him.’ William was right there with Henry, and their two active little minds were in overdrive. ‘If you gave us the rope…’

‘And we can wash him. We know how to.’

‘We helped the first time, and now we can do it ourselves.’

Erin compressed her lips, trying not to smile. Now what? Had Matt backed himself into a corner?

But no. He rose to the occasion with fortitude.

‘I don’t have the time to do it myself,’ he told them. ‘But if Erin’s willing to supervise and you’re willing to try-’

‘They’ll never do it,’ Charlotte snapped, but Matt simply raised his eyebrows and smiled.

‘They can try. I don’t want to miss out on showing Cecil unless I must. He’s a champion but I won’t get the highest stud fees for him unless he’s shown.’

‘Can we try?’ The twins were turning to Erin, their eyes a mixture of hope and despair. They knew they couldn’t do it without her help, and they needed her.

So what was new? Kids always needed Erin.

And she was a farmer’s daughter. Supervising the cleaning of one docile bull should be a piece of cake.

‘You really have booked us accommodation?’ she asked suspiciously. If she did let the boys go to this effort, Matt couldn’t let them down at the end of it.

‘I really have,’ Matt told her. His eyes met hers and held, and something intangible passed between them. Some assurance that wasn’t all about accommodation.

There was a moment’s pause.

Then…

‘What are we waiting for?’ Erin asked. ‘Come on, boys. Let’s go find us a bull.’

And four hours later, once again they had a fine looking bull. Cecil was brushed and groomed to within an inch of his life, and the three of them had never worked so hard to make him that way. He was some bull, Erin thought. To have put up with it all twice in one day…

He had, and the boys had worked themselves to the point of exhaustion to make him perfect. They’d stopped briefly for dinner-sandwiches eaten on the back step so they wouldn’t have to clean up-and then gone straight back to work until they’d finished. They gave Cecil the final brush-strokes right on eight, just as Matt strolled in for final inspection.

He’d kept far away from them all evening, knowing that was what was right, but it had cost him some resolution to do so. Charlotte had gone home an hour or more back, and it had been an almost superhuman struggle to stop his feet making their way to the shed.

Now though, it was all worthwhile as he entered to find three beaming faces, proudly displaying what they’d done.

And Cecil was practically beaming, too. He looked magnificent!

‘What do you think?’ Erin asked, and he heard the note of anxiety behind her words. She still thought that maybe he couldn’t keep his word. That he’d say the bull wasn’t good enough or there was a problem with accommodation.

But Matt was a man who was owed a few favours. As soon as Charlotte had gone he’d made some phone calls, and everything was set. Except Charlotte’s temper, he thought ruefully. She’d slammed off home in a vile mood, and he could see all sorts of problems looming ahead.

Erin had overstepped the mark with her threat, but then, he knew that Charlotte had been perfectly capable of slapping the boys, and he also knew how urgent it had been to stop her. She didn’t understand what he instinctively did-that a slap to kids who’d been kicked around in the past meant the undoing of all of Erin’s work.

So, in Matt’s eyes, Erin was forgiven. And who couldn’t forgive her now? She was wet and mud-stained and there was a soap bubble in her tangled curls that he just wanted to reach out and…

‘What do you think? she asked again, this time more urgently, and he practically had to slap himself to get his attention back where it was supposed to be.

Right. The bull. Cecil.

‘I think our Cecil’s never looked so good,’ he told them, and he included the boys in his broadest smile. ‘Well done, all of you.’

‘Does that mean we can come to the show?’ Henry demanded, and Matt nodded.

‘Of course. I promised, didn’t I?’

Yes, but they’d hardly believed him. William and Henry exchanged significant glances and Erin could tell Matt had gone up another notch in their estimation. Here was a grown-up who meant what he said, and there hadn’t been too many of them in their lives. In their eyes Matt was reaching hero proportions.

And in Erin’s?

Cecil was quietly munching from his feed-box, and Erin ran a hand down his glossy back, forcing herself to think of practicalities rather than thinking of Matt. It was hard, but necessary. Matt was engaged to Charlotte, she reminded herself bluntly and, even if he hadn’t been, he was way out of her league. Even if her errant heart was starting to think otherwise.

It was just the way he smiled, she thought, and the way he made her smile right back. His gentleness, and his intuitive knowledge of little boys…

Cut it out, she told herself harshly. There were still things that needed to be settled.

‘I’ll… I’ll pay for us for the hotel accommodation,’ she told him, but he shook his head.

‘Nope. The boys worked hard for this. This is their payment.’

‘But-’

He held up his hand. ‘No buts. Just say thank you kindly, and go to bed.’

She grinned at that. ‘Thank you kindly and go to bed,’ she said, and the twins giggled.

It was a great sound. She looked down at their exhausted but happy faces, and she could have kissed the man who’d made this happen.

She darn near did-but she remembered all too well what had happened last time she’d tried something like that.

Once was enough.

Any more might be a disaster.

So at nine the next morning she was in the car, following the truck which was towing Cecil.

They had to go separately. The truck didn’t fit five bodies and Erin’s car wasn’t strong enough to tow the trailer.