Mistletoe Twins

“And you think I have the answer? I don’t know Mac’s future plans. I’m not sure he does, either.” Adele checked on the French bread she’d set to rise earlier and decided it was ready to form. “If he has decided, he has not told me,” she added firmly as she greased the bread pans.

“Since when doesn’t Mac McDowell talk everything over with you?” Victoria held up both hands at Adele’s glare. “Okay, ’nuff said. Except—I’m guessing Mac’s the reason you didn’t offer me that last piece of pumpkin pie sitting in the fridge. And here I thought our sister bond was strong.” Laughing, she strolled out of the room to answer a call from her husband, Ben.

With a grimace directed at her back, Adele shaped the bread into two pans, then began mixing dressing for the coleslaw she’d make when Jake, The Haven’s hired man, returned from the cold cellar with one of her aunt’s prized cabbages. Finished with her immediate task, she took a moment to savor the aroma-filled kitchen where she’d first learned to cook.

How blessed she’d been to live here with her foster aunts. They’d striven so hard to help her shed her bitterness against parents who’d lied to her about everything, including the visitor to their home that long-ago day, never explaining that she and Gina would be taken into foster care—permanently.

The aunties’ love and security had soothed those wounds. That healing love was what she wanted for the twins.

Adele roused from her gloomy thoughts as Mac opened the back door and ushered Franklyn and Francie inside. She loved the sound of the children’s laughter, and naturally Mac did everything he could to provoke more of it. It was refreshing to see him so engaged with kids again. In the old days he’d spoken often of his desire for a big family. But he’d mentioned nothing about a girlfriend. Was there now someone special in Mac’s world?

She peeked into the pail Mac held out. “Thanks.”

“Jake said you can use them. I’d spare you and take these weeds home to my mother but then she’d make something with them and I’d have to eat it.” He looked dubious.

“Not weeds. Basil, dill and parsley are always useful in my kitchen.” Since Mac’s grin did funny things to Adele’s stomach, she turned away to rinse the herbs before storing them in a drying dish. “Did you two have fun?”

It was obvious from the children’s excited chatter that they had.

“We found punkins,” Franklyn exclaimed.

“How many?” Adele asked.

“Tons and tons.” Francie waved her hands wildly.

“How many did you find, Francie?” Adele prodded, arching an eyebrow.

“Three,” the little girl admitted with a sigh.

“’Nuff so you c’n make punkin pie again?” Franklyn hinted hopefully, then high-fived Mac.

“Because everyone needs more pie right after our Thanksgiving feast?” Adele shot Mac a look, certain he’d come up with that plan.

“Uh-huh. Mac says everybody needs more pie all the time.” Franklyn nodded, unabashed.

“Does he?” She angled him a look. “Well, good work finding those pumpkins. Now you two go and wash up. Aunt Tillie and Aunt Margaret are waiting to tell you the next installment of their story about Africa.” She watched them leave, a happy glow inside. So far, Adele was loving motherhood.

“They’re cute, those two. But they sure keep a guy on his toes.” Mac sat down with a sigh and flexed his leg.

“Are you in pain?” Adele studied his face, wondering how she could help.

“No. Just a little stiff. I tried riding this morning.” Mac’s face gave nothing away.

“Great!” Riding was a sign he was staying, wasn’t it? “And?”

“No big deal. Cowboys ride and I am just a cowboy after all.” His wink reminded her of a long-ago argument when she’d given vent to her frustration at his show-off tendencies.

“And as you replied, I’m just a cook,” she reminded with a cheeky grin. Then she added, “Of course it’s a big deal that you got back on a horse, Mac.” Another thought occurred. “Did riding help you decide anything?”

“Adele.” His glower scolded her. “I haven’t decided anything yet, even though my parents are as eager as you to know if I’ll take over running the place. Dad wants to retire.”

“I saw him in town. He looked tired,” she murmured sympathetically.

“He has to slow down and it’s obvious he can’t do that as long as they live on the ranch because he won’t leave anything to their hired man, who is eminently capable.” Mac raked his hand through his sandy-blond hair. “Me—take over the ranch—I don’t know.” His troubled sigh touched her.

“What concerns you most?” She could at least encourage him to talk about his fears.

“It’s a total life change.”

“Because you’ll miss flying.” She nodded.

“It’s not just that. You of all people should know that I haven’t been the most stable guy in the world. I wasn’t very good at after-school jobs, remember?”

“Because you wanted to be on the ranch.” She waited, knowing there was more.

“I also dumped college, remember?” His mouth tipped down in a self-deprecating frown. “And I blew my last job. But I’m not sure I’m ready to settle down yet.”

“You had to be responsible when you were flying, Mac,” she reminded. Something in his expression altered. Was it her reminder about flying? “Anyway, you just said the Double M has a capable ranch manager in Gabe Webber. He knows as much about ranching as your dad. Can’t you leave most of the routine stuff up to him? Isn’t that why ranchers have hired men?”

“I guess. You make it sound like I don’t even really need to be there.” Her bestie didn’t look at her, so Adele knew there was something else.

“Talk to me, Mac.”

“You’ve changed since you left The Haven, Delly.” Those gorgeous eyes of his seemed sad. “You’ve matured. I’m not sure I have. Not enough.”

“Why do you say that?” Surprised to see Mac fiddle with a napkin, she pressed him. “How have I matured? Do I look old?” Her glance in the kitchen mirror produced a laugh from Mac.

“No! But you’re more focused, more determined than before. Your plan took a hit with your breakup, but you haven’t given up. You’re going after a new dream. I don’t even have a dream.” His grin was wry.

“So dream one.”

“I wish I could. It’s just—flying is like living life on the edge,” he mused aloud, struggling to give words to his feelings. “If things get too boring or too staid I might regret taking on the Double M, or worse, make a mess of it, which will then make my parents ashamed of me.”

“Like that would ever happen. They’re so proud of you,” she praised. “And don’t think I have all the answers or any cast-in-stone plans. All I know is I can’t give up my motherhood dream.” Confused by Mac’s now-glowering look she asked, “Tell me about flying your jets. What was it like?”

Immediately his slouch disappeared. His backbone straightened and his shoulders came to attention. His turquoise eyes sparkled with excitement, as if someone had switched on a light inside him.

“Oh, Delly, it’s amazing. There’s such freedom—nothing’s scripted. You have to think fast and improvise to survive. When I’m soaring through the clouds I feel like I can handle anything. And then I land.” Just as suddenly the light in him was snuffed out. “I guess I’m addicted to that adrenaline rush.”

“You don’t think you’ll find that on the Double M?” Oh, Lord, how can I help him?

“Maybe I could.” He didn’t sound convinced. “If I hadn’t lost my hand or injured my leg.”

“Did you feel a thrill like that when you lived here before?” she wondered aloud.

“Sometimes. Mostly at the rodeo or when I was breaking a very stubborn horse.” Mac’s troubled face sent a pang through her. “Remember how if I got restless I took off to the mountains. If I needed excitement, I’d hike the badlands. Or ski the backcountry. Or climb where tourists never go.”

All very risky activities, Adele mentally noted. Was he running to or away from something?

“I don’t have those options anymore,” he muttered.

“Mac, you can still ski—”

“I don’t want to go to Marmot Basin and stand in line while people gawk at me as I struggle to figure out how to manipulate myself on and off the chair lift with one hand,” he interrupted bluntly, his face dark. “I don’t want to have to always have someone with me to watch out for me when I white-water raft or climb a rock face. If you want the truth, Delly, if I can’t have what I had, I just want to hide.” His shoulders slumped. “Maybe the ranch is the best place to do that.”

Shocked by the despair in his words and voice, Adele was at a loss. It was no use telling her pal that he’d figure it out or find something else to give him the same high. This was Mac. He’d always gotten his high from life lived on the edge, and now he felt he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump my frustrations on you.” His hand covered hers and his gorgeous smile flashed, hiding the loss she’d seen revealed in his eyes mere moments earlier. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.”

“Stop it, Mac.” She jerked her hand from under his and rose, facing him as annoyance surged through her. “Stop pretending everything’s fine. I can take your honesty. I can’t take your fake acceptance of what life has handed you.”

To her complete exasperation he laughed.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded, hands on hips.

“You and your honesty.” Mac shook his head. “Spicy, tart, yet sweet and always, always that blunt demand for honesty. You’re the only one who has never let me get away with anything, do you know that, Delly?”

Adele didn’t know what to say.

“Remember the night I was going to go hot-rodding and you made me pull over so you could get out?”

“Yes.” Adele mostly remembered how maddened she’d been.

“You were always the voice of reason,” he said softly, studying her face. “I used to hear your voice sometimes when I was flying.”

“No doubt right before you were about to try some silly stunt.” She shuddered at the fleeting thought of her world without Mac.

“Sometimes.” He looked at his damaged arm. When he spoke next his voice was very quiet, almost as if he were talking to himself. “When I was going down the last time, I could almost hear you chewing me out for—”

“For what?” she nudged, curious to hear. But Mac’s face froze. He jerked to his feet.

“I need to get home. I should at least feed my own horses now that I’m back, not leave it to Dad.”

“Mac?” Adele waited until he was looking at her. “May I say something?” She smiled at his slow nod. “You can still do an awful lot, even take chances again, if you must. But maybe now you need to think ahead a bit more, plan it out. Set your goal, calculate the risk and decide if the payoff is big enough.”

“Ah, but spur-of-the-moment is half the fun, Delly.” His grin returned, as if the old Mac was back, but she knew it was a pretense. Unfortunately he left before she could think of a suitable comeback.

Adele began setting the table, her thoughts in a turmoil. The man was used to riding a roller coaster through life. He’d always thrived on action and if it wasn’t there, he’d created it. But Mac was bright, capable and adept at finding unconventional solutions to problems. She didn’t think that had changed.

What had changed was Mac’s fearlessness. The old Mac would never have cared if someone was watching him or not. He would have charged ahead and done what he wanted, gotten his thrill.

“I’m his friend, so somehow I have to help him see that ranching isn’t a dead end, that there’s still plenty of opportunity to live an exciting life on the Double M. But how do I do that, Lord?” she asked aloud. Past images of Mac with his precious miniature horses filled her mind. “Maybe I’ll start with them.”

Francie and Franklyn rushed into the room, raving about their story.

“It was about horses, huh?” Okay, God, I’m taking that as Your nudge. “How’d you like to go visit Mac on his ranch tomorrow? Maybe he’ll show you his horses. They’re just your size.”

Entranced by the prospect, the twins accepted the paper and crayons she offered and sat down on the window seat to draw pictures for Mac. When Jake arrived with the cabbage, the kids told him about their planned trip to the ranch.

“You’re really good at keeping them busy,” he said to Adele. “A born mom.”

“Hardly.” After Jake left, Adele put the finishing touches on the meal, but his words replayed in her head. Was she going to be a mom? She wanted that, so much.

All at once dreams of her children, her family gathered here at The Haven, grew full-blown. If she had a daughter, she’d be named Gina, for her sister.

You’ll be there for them, but who will be there for you?

Adele pushed away the painful thought. Right now, whatever was wrong, Mac needed her as his friend. She’d concentrate on that.

* * *

After dinner with his folks, Mac wandered outside, drawn automatically to his beloved miniature horses. They stood in a corner of their small paddock, huddled together against the cool of the autumn evening. At less than thirty-four inches tall they were the perfect height for petting. Their noses nuzzled him as if to say, “Welcome home.”

Delighted when two of his favorite mares began poking his pockets in search of the sugar lumps he always carried, Mac moved from animal to animal, bestowing the gift on each, totally at ease here, even without his other hand. Miniatures were so gentle. They didn’t prance or act up or need constant attention. They always seemed perfectly content to be exactly where they were. He envied them that.

Adele had phoned to say she was bringing the twins tomorrow. Since all eight of his miniatures were in excellent condition, Mac figured he’d saddle his two favorites and see if he could teach Francie and Franklyn to ride.

In another phone call tonight, Adele’s sister Victoria had again urged his dad to instigate a trail riding program for The Haven using the Double M’s horses. His father wasn’t interested but Mac was, especially after a glance at the ranch books. Their income needed a boost and since their ranch hand, Gabe, had experience using horses in an equine training program for kids, trail riding seemed doable.

If he took over the ranch...

“You be nice to Francie and Franklyn when they come,” Mac told his horses, veering away from making that decision, smoothing their backs as he spoke. “In the morning I’ll give you a special currying so you look good.”

Here among his pets, as he talked to them and smoothed their flanks, his restless soul slowly calmed and he could think more clearly. Was the Double M where he belonged? He wasn’t sure, and though he tried to pray about it, God’s leading seemed dulled by the guilt he felt.

“I want to do what the parents expect. I want to take over for them, give them a break, even keep their legacy going. But what if—”

And that was the problem in a nutshell. What if? What if he couldn’t take the lifestyle? What if he messed up the ranch like he’d messed up his copilot Dave’s life? And his own. What if he needed a bigger, better, faster thrill to satisfy the empty hole inside him? And what if because of Dave and that undeserved medal the military had issued him, Mac never got past the lump of guilt that lay in his gut like a ball of cement?

If he told Adele the whole truth, she’d push him to seek Dave’s forgiveness, make things right with his bosses. But giving back the medal would raise too many questions and revive the crash that he only wanted to forget. His parents would be ashamed and appalled by his behavior.

Dave wouldn’t be so willing to forgive the man who’d made him a paraplegic, either. Hearing his blame given voice would make the guilt ten times worse. Besides, what good would it do now? Mac had lost his hand. Dave had lost the use of his legs.

Frustrated and confused, thoughts muddled by too many questions without answers, Mac made sure the horses were safely enclosed, then walked back to the house. He was going to have to talk to Adele’s aunties soon. He needed their advice to figure out his future.

The hard part would be living up to Adele’s expectations.

Chapter Four

“Good old Snowball.” Adele laughed the following afternoon when, after not receiving a treat, the miniature horse stamped her hoof against the ground and whinnied. “Pretty girl doesn’t look much older than when I last saw her.”

“She’s a grandmother now.” Mac’s eyes softened as he patted the shaggy white horse. “Those are her children. Diver was her first. Then Flyer, both geldings. And this little one is Princess.”

“She looks like a Princess. I remember when Snowball was your first and only miniature.” Adele smiled as the dainty mama pushed her head against Franklyn’s shoulder.

“They’re like big dogs,” Franklyn squealed, backing away.

“They gots different colors.” Francie at least wasn’t afraid of the horses. “Why?”

“Different breeds.” Mac held Snowball’s bridle and encouraged the children to pet her.

“But those other horses don’t gots lots of colors. How come?” Francie’s focus was on the corral where the Double M’s full-size horses had gathered to watch them.

“I know why.” Adele thought that here among his pets Mac seemed totally content and at his most charming. “Lots of horse breeds allow only certain colors. But minis can have Appaloosa spots, pinto patches or tan buckskins with dark legs and manes and tails.”

“I’m impressed you remembered.” Mac grinned, then hunkered down to Francie’s level. “People who own miniature horses like all the colors. Some horse shows even have competitions for the most colorful miniatures.”

That grin—Adele drew in a calming breath. Why did she keep having these unusual reactions to Mac? He was just a friend, a good friend, but...

“Did your horses ever win?” a wide-eyed Franklyn wondered.

“Mac’s won tons of ribbons and trophies for his minis,” Adele told them proudly, then chastised herself. It wasn’t as if she’d helped him win them. All she’d done was be there to cheer him on.

“Would you like to ride one of my little horses, Francie?” Mac asked after the twins had petted each one.

“Can I?” The little girl’s eyes grew huge.

“I polished the saddles in case you’d want to.” Mac glanced at Adele, apparently noticing, like her, that Franklyn didn’t seem as enthusiastic about riding as his sister. “Would you mind waiting for your turn until after your sister has ridden?” he asked the boy.

Franklyn jerked his head in a quick nod of relief. Adele drew him with her to stand near the fence where they could listen in on Mac’s quick lesson to his sister.

“This is Esther. She likes to be ridden by children, though she hasn’t done it for a while.” Mac led the dappled mare toward a saddle flung over the top rail. With ease he grabbed it with his one hand and set it on Esther’s back, patiently explaining his actions to the curious twins as he quickly fastened the many buckles. “Okay, she’s ready. Are you?”

“I guess.” Francie’s face scrunched up. “How do I get on?”

“I’ll give you a boost and you swing your other leg over Esther’s back. Put your feet in these. They’re called stirrups. Ready?” At her nod he cupped his hand and encouraged her to put her foot in a stirrup and grab the saddle horn.

For Adele it was déjà vu. Mac had taught her to ride in exactly the same calm, assured way.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” Francie gave Adele an excited grin, then prepared for the next direction.

“Good. These are the reins. Hold them in your hand, not too tightly, and very gently press your heels against her side. That tells Esther to start walking,” Mac said. “Ready? Go.”

Adele noted how Mac kept his hand on the horse behind the saddle, either to calm the animal or reassure the child, or both. As Esther moved, he walked along beside her, constantly encouraging Francie. Though Adele knew he’d taught many kids to ride the larger Double M horses, as he’d taught her, she’d forgotten how gentle he was, correcting in a way that enhanced the experience for the rider. His entire focus was on Francie, anticipating her reactions and soothing her worries in an affectionate tone.

“Mac’s a good teacher, isn’t he?” The Double M’s foreman, Gabe Webber, stood behind Adele.

“Fabulous,” she murmured as Francie laughed. She didn’t know Gabe well, only that he was several years older than Mac and that he’d been born and raised on a ranch but had lost it all after his father died.

“I really hope your sister pushes him to try her trail ride idea. Mac needs a new venture to test his skills and help him forget his troubles.” Then Gabe tipped his hat and strode away.

What troubles? Adele didn’t get the impression the foreman was talking about Mac’s indecision about taking over the ranch, so what—

“Look at me, Delly!” Francie was riding by herself. Mac stood to one side, watching her intently but not interfering, though he did call out occasional directions.

Adele pulled out her phone and snapped several pictures, suddenly aware that she was including Mac in every frame. Well, why not? Francie should have memories of such a great teacher, she justified as she snapped several more. The one she liked best caught Mac midlaugh as the little girl whooped for joy.

“This one could ride the broncs, Delly,” he called to her, his grin wide.

Adele caught her breath. For a moment he looked exactly like the old Mac, carefree, enjoying the moment. Then his face grew more serious as he called a halt to the ride. Francie flung her arms around Mac’s neck as he helped her slide off, eyes shining with delight.

“Thank you. That was so fun!” She raced toward Adele and her brother. “You gotta try.”

“I think you’ll like it, Franklyn,” Mac said quietly when the boy hesitated.

After some cheering words from his sister and Mac’s repeated reassurances, which Adele knew were most effective because they had to do with the boy’s ability to brag that he’d been horseback riding, Franklyn tentatively walked forward. Though Adele couldn’t hear exactly what Mac said, as Franklyn climbed on the little horse he lost the trepidation she’d seen just moments before. Within seconds he was trotting around the paddock, calling encouragement to Esther and trying to one-up Francie.

Again Adele took a host of pictures, and again she included Mac in most of them. Then she took a final one, a close-up preserving Franklyn’s disappointed expression at the end of the session and Mac’s soft wistful smile. Mac and kids. He’d always adored them.

“When can I go again?” Francie’s eagerness was unmistakable.

“Another day for sure,” Mac said. “Want to say thank-you for the ride?”

“Horses don’t know people talk,” Francie asserted. Then, uncertainly, “Do they?”

“Yes.” When both kids frowned at Mac, he showed them the apples he’d left in a sack outside the pen and told the children to each get one. “They understand the tone of your voice, especially when you say thank-you.”

“Thank you for the ride, Esther.” Francie giggled as the horse snatched the apple, gobbled it down and then bumped her head against the little girl. Esther did the same with Franklyn.

“That’s how Esther says you’re welcome,” Mac told them with a chuckle.

Something inside Adele jumped for joy at the tender expression on his face as he brushed the horse’s shaggy mane with his hand. It had been the right choice to come here with the kids. This was the real Mac, not that pretend person who wanted her to believe he was fine.

“I didn’t know horses could talk.” Franklyn gaped when Esther whinnied.

“Oh, they talk.” Mac tossed Adele a grin. “They just don’t use our words.” He smoothed Franklyn’s hair, or tried to. “Esther’s tired now.”

“Is she sick from apples?” Francie tilted her head to one side, studying the animal as if searching for a visible cause.

“No.” Mac shrugged. “But she hasn’t given any rides for a while. Next time you ride her she’ll be a little stronger.”

“Okay.” Francie’s eager nod made Adele smile.

“Next time I want to ride that black one,” Franklyn said bravely, pointing to the adult horses. “What’s his name?”

“Mr. Black. You’ll need a few more lessons first, kiddo.” Mac’s gaze slid to Adele. “When are you coming for your ride?”

“Delly’s too big for Esther,” Francie protested.

“I am, but you both did very well,” Adele praised, pleased that both the children and Mac seemed exhilarated by the adventure. “I’ll come for a ride soon,” she promised Mac. They left the paddock but stood outside watching as all the minis gathered by the fence. “They’re expecting something.”

“Yep. Carrots.” Mac retrieved a bunch from the nearby tack room. “One to each horse, okay? Share.”

Franklyn and Francie carefully meted out the treat while Adele and Mac watched.

“You looked worried for a minute there, Mama,” Mac teased as he searched her face. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course. I’ve always trusted you, Mac.” Except when you’re pretending. She ignored his narrowed gaze and the quiver of unease it brought her. “I was a little tense.”

“Because?”

“I want to build a life with the twins. To do that, it’s important that they fit in here, enjoy the same things I do. I should have known they’d love it.” She grinned. “How many kids have you taught to ride?”

“Enough.” But Mac didn’t smile. Instead his forehead pleated in a frown. “You’re certain adopting is what you want, Delly?”

“Couldn’t be surer,” she said cheerily, ignoring the flutter of apprehension she couldn’t quite quench. “I am going to have my perfect family, Mac.”

“Perfect?” He frowned. “What family is perfect? Life’s uncertain. Anything could happen. I don’t want you to be disappointed if...”

“No. Don’t say it,” Adele said loudly enough that Francie and Franklyn turned to frown at her. She dropped her voice. “This is why God led me back. To help with The Haven and to be a mom.”

“You know I only want the best for you, Delly.” His arm slid around her shoulders, hugging her to his side.

“I know, and I appreciate your concern.” She hugged him back, missing the contact when he suddenly released her. “I wish—”

“What?” Mac frowned then nodded. “Gina.”

“Yes. Why can’t I find her, Mac?” She bit her lip before glancing sideways at him. “How can my family be perfect without my sister?”

He studied her for several long moments before his eyes lightened and a comical smile curved his lips.

“As your aunts would say, ‘Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding,’” Mac recited.

“‘In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths,’” Adele finished the verse with a sigh. “I know that. I should—I’ve heard it enough times. But sometimes it’s hard not to get frustrated. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Gina.” She couldn’t help the catch in her voice or the familiar welling of loss that despite years of Tillie and Margaret’s loving had never really left. “I miss her.”

“Hang in there, Delly. You’ll find her.” Mac’s warm fingers closed around hers for a second, then dropped away as his mother called to them from the ranch house, offering coffee or cocoa and cookies served on the sunny deck. After one last pet to the horses Francie and Franklyn hurried toward the house while Adele and Mac followed at a slower pace.

“After seeing the twins on your minis I’m more certain than ever that they and I belong together.” Her confidence returned at the sound of the twins’ carefree laughter.

Adele wondered if Mac understood how much she envied what he’d had. He’d grown up safe and secure on the ranch. His parents didn’t fight, smash things or beat him. The police didn’t settle arguments at the Double M. Nobody had ever taken Mac away.

Of course, after Adele arrived at The Haven she, too, had grown up in a wonderful home filled with love. She’d had an amazing youth; the aunties had loved her as much as anyone could. She was going, God willing, to be the twins’ mom.

Yet a part of her still speculated about love, about that perfect someone to whom she meant more than anyone else in the world. Then reality slapped her in the face, reminding her that both her parents had remarried several times and neither of them had found a lasting relationship. She’d tried with Jeff and Rafe, but it had been a case of like parents, like daughter.

Adele preceded Mac onto the deck, smiling as the kids oohed and aahed over six new puppies.

“Easy with those babies, you two, or their mama won’t like it.” Mac nodded his approval when the twins immediately grew gentler in petting the tiny chocolate Labs that spilled off a comfy cushion on the deck where their mother lay watching them.

“We’re here, Mom,” Mac called. He held Adele’s chair before sitting across from her.

His gaze was so intense she shifted uncomfortably, relieved when Eva McDowell appeared with a big tray. Mac took it from her so she could hug Adele. Once introduced, the twins also received a hug before being shown how to wash their hands under the outside faucet. They returned to the deck, damp and giggling.

“It’s good to have you home, dear.” Eva’s smile could melt icicles, just like her son’s. “Eat up. There’s lots for everyone.” She hurried toward the door, pausing to add, “If you need me, just call.”

“Thank you. New quilting project on the go?” Adele asked with a wink at Mac.

“Yes. Tillie loaned me the pattern and it’s a beauty.” She fluttered one hand. “See you later.”

Adele took a sip of coffee without thinking, then grimaced. “Oh, boy.”

“You should know better,” Mac scolded. He dumped the contents of their mugs over the railing then filled both with cocoa from the carafe. “I think that’s safe. And the cookies are your own coconut oatmeal recipe. They should be edible.” He bit into one as if to test, then nodded. “Good. What’s the next step in finding Gina?”