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Montana Twins
Charlotte Maclay
From Bachelor Sheriff To Daddy Of Two? What A Day!Sheriff Eric Oakes didn't know the first thing about babies, and now he had to prove himself worthy of raising his twin nieces. Taking care of those little girls was one thing, but taking on the woman who controlled their fate was another thing entirely!Laura Cavendish had promised she'd find the twins' uncle, but she hadn't expected to find him so…irresistible. She had to make sure he'd be a suitable dad, and that meant finding this bachelor a wife. Her love for the little girls was so great that she agreed to take on the role. Would Eric and Laura learn that sometimes love comes after marriage?
“Have you always been this much of a skeptic? Or do babies make you that nervous?”
“Come on,” Eric said. “You waltz into my life with some crazy story about a sister I never knew I had? Wouldn’t you have some doubts, too? A desperate woman looking to find a decent home for her baby can come up with a very convincing lie.”
She leveled him a look that would have made most men back off in a hurry. “I personally guarantee that if you don’t want to raise the girls for any reason at all, they will always have a good home—with me.”
The intensity of her words brought him up short. This woman was not fooling around. “You want to adopt the twins?”
“With all my heart.” A fine sheen of tears appeared in her eyes, but she didn’t let them spill over.
“Then why did you bother to track me down? I never would have known otherwise.”
“Because I promised I would.”
Montana Twins
Charlotte Maclay
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Charlotte Maclay can’t resist a happy ending. That’s why she’s had such fun writing more than twenty titles for Harlequin American Romance, Duets and Love & Laughter, plus several Silhouette Romance books. Charlotte is particularly well-known for her volunteer efforts in her hometown of Torrance, California; her philosophy is that you should make a difference in your community. She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, whom they are occasionally allowed to baby-sit. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 505, Torrance, CA 90508.
Books by Charlotte Maclay
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
474—THE VILLAIN’S LADY
488—A GHOSTLY AFFAIR
503—ELUSIVE TREASURE
532—MICHAEL’S MAGIC
537—THE KIDNAPPED BRIDE
566—HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE
585—THE COWBOY & THE BELLY DANCER
620—THE BEWITCHING BACHELOR
643—WANTED: A DAD TO BRAG ABOUT
657—THE LITTLEST ANGEL
684—STEALING SAMANTHA
709—CATCHING A DADDY
728—A LITTLE BIT PREGNANT
743—THE HOG-TIED GROOM
766—DADDY’S LITTLE COWGIRL
788—DEPUTY DADDY
806—A DADDY FOR BECKY
821—THE RIGHT COWBOY’S BED* (#litres_trial_promo)
825—IN A COWBOY’S EMBRACE* (#litres_trial_promo)
886—BOLD AND BRAVE-HEARTED** (#litres_trial_promo)
890—WITH VALOR AND DEVOTION** (#litres_trial_promo)
894—BETWEEN HONOR AND DUTY** (#litres_trial_promo)
915—WITH COURAGE AND COMMITMENT** (#litres_trial_promo)
929—AT THE RANCHER’S BIDDING
943—COURTSHIP, MONTANA STYLE
980—MONTANA DADDY
984—MONTANA TWINS
Contents
Chapter One (#ue8ddc00f-7166-58d9-ba66-8fe4c8df2254)
Chapter Two (#u7eca954e-af9b-5424-9b4e-653b93aae023)
Chapter Three (#u82f1b776-3ad1-5e77-8447-0507555f0eb2)
Chapter Four (#u75ca628f-3345-5e72-8b3b-169d716285af)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
“I’m going to be a father.”
Still stunned by the news, Sheriff Eric Oakes sat down heavily in the swivel chair behind his desk, trying to figure out how it had happened. Or if it could possibly be true.
His brother Rory, who had just come into the office, looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “You’re kidding.”
“Twins. Girls.”
“Hey, I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone. How come you’re keeping secrets from—”
“No, it’s not like that. It’s like—” He was stammering almost as much as the woman who’d called him with the news a few minutes ago. “They’re my sister’s kids.” Three months old, the woman had said.
Rory frowned, and a hank of his dark hair slid across his forehead. In a futile gesture, he shoved it back into place. “Have you been nipping at that bottle you keep in your bottom desk drawer? You don’t have a sister. Two brothers, me and Walker. Unless ol’ Sharpy has had a sex change I don’t know about—”
“No, that’s not it.” Eric pushed back from his desk, stood and paced across the room to look out the window onto the town of Grass Valley, Montana, located not far from the Canadian border.
Small was the only way to describe the town.
Rory’s veterinary clinic was down a side road a block away, across from Doc Justine’s medical clinic where Rory’s bride, Kristi, worked as a nurse practitioner, helping her grandmother, the long-time town doctor.
On the main street there was a garage with rusty old heaps parked around it, a drugstore that sold more ice cream than prescriptions, and a general store. The saloon with a tattered banner that announced “Good Eats” was the only place that ever drew a crowd, except for the nearby church.
Crime wasn’t a big issue in the community. A few Saturday-night drunks to fill his two jail cells now and then. Traffic accidents on the highway that called for him to respond. Occasional reports of cattle rustling or adolescent vandalism. A safe place to live.
And to raise kids, he thought as a lump formed in his throat. He’d always wanted children. A family of his own.
He turned back to his brother. “Some woman called a couple of minutes ago, a Laura somebody from Helena. She says my mother had another baby after she abandoned me.” It was no big deal to tell Rory he’d been dumped by his mom. Rory’s mother had done the same thing to him. That’s how they’d both ended up at the Double O Ranch as foster kids to Oliver Oakes, who’d eventually adopted them and another kid, their brother, Walker—nicknamed Sharpy because he’d once shot himself in the leg. Walker was running the ranch nowadays.
“According to this woman, my sister’s name was Amy Thorne, and she had twins a couple of months ago. Then she died.” Still incredulous about the phone call, he shook his head. “She wanted me to have the babies. Be their dad. Apparently I’m their only living relative.”
“Somebody’s putting you on.”
“I don’t know. This Laura person sounded pretty legit.” Except she’d been nervous, stuttering and stammering as she tried to tell her story.
“No, it’s got to be some kind of scam. Did she ask for money? Child support?” Rory hooked his hip over the corner of Eric’s desk and crossed his arms. His Native American heritage sometimes gave him a brooding look, but since discovering that he had a son and his recent marriage to the boy’s mother, Kristi Kerrigan, Rory had been all smiles. Until now.
“The whole phone call kind of caught me off guard,” Eric said. He was still shaken, half disbelieving the news yet wanting it to be true. “But no, she didn’t say anything about money.” Not that he could remember, at any rate. “She’s going to bring the twins up here tomorrow.”
“And just hand them off to you?”
“I don’t know. She said something about interviewing me.” Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Either he was the twins’ uncle or he wasn’t. And if he wasn’t, that woman wouldn’t have bothered to call and make him identify himself by his birth name, Eric Johnson. A name he hadn’t used since he was fifteen and Oliver Oakes adopted him. Eric had celebrated his thirty-second birthday last fall out at the ranch. Walker’s wife, Lizzie, had baked the most lopsided cake he’d ever seen—not that he or anyone else had cared. Devil’s food with chocolate frosting was hard to beat whatever the shape.
He shoved his fingers through his hair, shorter than Rory’s, more brown than black and several shades lighter. Now that he was trying to explain this baby situation to his brother, it sounded pretty damn crazy. Maybe it was a hoax. One of those adolescent games when a kid calls someone and asks if their refrigerator is running. When the victim says yes, the kids giggle and say you’d better catch it before it runs out the door. A silly, harmless prank.
But his caller hadn’t sounded like a kid. More like a woman with a sultry voice who hadn’t wanted to call him at all.
And the story of his mother, who had run through boyfriends like water through a sieve, sounded legit, too. She could have gotten pregnant again.
God, could it be that all these years he’d had a sister who he didn’t even know existed and now she was dead? He’d never have a chance to meet her. Or talk to her. Why hadn’t she come looking for him sooner?
Or could that call have been nothing more than a cruel trick? The woman the same kind of person who would abandon her own kid?
Tears stung at the backs of his eyes as memories assailed him. He’d been ten years old and standing in the parking lot of a fast-food hamburger joint. Looking for his mother and her current boyfriend. Looking for their car. He knew where it had been parked. It wasn’t there anymore. He’d had to go to the john. They’d left without him. God, he’d felt so alone. So hurt.
How could any mother do that to a kid?
He hadn’t had a sister then. He’d been an only child, crowded into the back seat of the car along with everything they owned, and making it a point to stay out of reach of his mom’s boyfriend. The guy had big meaty fists, Eric remembered that. And he knew how to use them.
A sob rose in his throat.
The office door opened to admit a current of fresh spring air along with Rory’s wife, Kristi, and their son, Adam.
Swiping the back of his hand across his face, Eric struggled to pull his emotions back under control.
“Hi, Uncle Eric.” The dark-haired five-year-old made a beeline for the nearest jail cell and began to swing on the door, peering out through the bars.
“Where did I put that key?” he asked, playing the game he and the boy had started recently. “I’ve caught me a monkey and I need to lock him up.”
The youngster giggled and made scratching gestures under his arm pits. “Hoot-hoot-hoot.”
Kristi stood on tiptoe to brush a kiss to her husband’s cheek. “Ted Pomperan is at the clinic with a dog that cut its foot.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there. Eric’s been telling me he’s going to be a daddy. Twins, he says.”
“Girls,” Eric added. If the tale was true.
“You’re kidding!” Kristi whirled toward him, her eyes widening. “I certainly hope you plan to marry the woman.”
“Well, no. I mean, I don’t even know the woman. She just called a couple of minutes—”
