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  She finally sat, and Grant said a prayer. And after saying “Amen,” she silently added another prayer for strength and wisdom. In high school and while she dated Grant, she hadn’t been very faithful in her spiritual life. But since the kids were born, and especially in recent months, she’d learned a lot about God’s everlasting goodness. And drawing from the deep well of His love comforted her like nothing else ever had. If anyone could help her know how to handle this situation, it would be Him.

  “All this food for just us?” Grant eyed the smorgasbord. “You know my stomach’s shrank since I stopped working on the farm.”

  A tiny smile tugged on her lips before she stuffed it away. She’d spent some of her nervous energy on cooking, and yep, one look around the table and she knew she’d gone a tad overboard.

  She dished more peas onto her plate to squish with her fork for the kids. “Dig in.”

  Apparently she didn’t need to tell him twice. He took a long swig of his ice water and helped himself to a steaming biscuit to slather with butter and honey.

  “So, I’ve been thinking. Have you thought about hiring a farm hand for the summer?” He spooned potpie onto his plate. “Come July, it’ll be way too hot to cart the kids everywhere for hours on end.”

  Free advice often fell flat, and this was no exception. Kallie didn’t look up from distributing more peas to the kids. “We have air conditioning in the work truck.”

  “That old thing? You can’t rely on it working when the temps hit over one hundred.”

  “We did last year when Dad was sick.”

  “Well, last year you didn’t have a choice. But no kids should ride around the farm in that old beater, not in the middle of summer.”

  She stared at him. “The truck is fine, Grant.”

  “You say that now. Wait until it’s noon, and you break down in the middle of a pasture. It could become a bad situation very fast.”

  “Enough, okay?”

  She gritted her teeth to not say any more. He couldn’t just leave her one day and then waltz back into her life two years later giving orders. She left the table for more milk from the fridge. While she refilled Ainsley’s and Peter’s sippy cups, heavy silence weighed her down. This was going to be even harder than she’d thought.

  “Sorry, Kal.”

  Kallie turned from the counter, sippy cups in hand. “What?”

  He ran his hand over his brow, then down his face. “I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, so I’m just on edge. The last few months have been brutal. A fire destroyed Helping Hands Kennel, the rescue I run.”

  Kallie’s eyes widened, her skepticism falling away as she sank into her chair. “Oh, that’s horrible. Where are all the dogs?”

  “Some are still with their foster families. But some families pulled out. Those dogs are at a friend’s animal sanctuary outside Waterloo, the next city over. I’ll get them back once I have a facility again.” He exhaled. “We have nineteen Llewellins and English setters waiting for permanent homes right now. Nineteen. And the adoption process is slower when we’re working out of a makeshift facility.”

  “That’s a lot of dogs. How will the facility make a difference if your policy is for dogs to stay with foster families?”

  “Well, I can’t take on new dogs until we have places to foster them. But I’ve called around, and I keep getting the same answer from potential foster families—they don’t see us as a legitimate business. I mean, I can’t blame them. You should see the run-down office we’re using right now. We need a bit more professionalism before people will take us seriously.” He sighed. “I’m hitting some snags getting the new facility up and running.”

  Peter tossed his spoon. Kallie bent to retrieve it. “What kind of snags? Can’t you simply rebuild?”

  “I guess not. My board of directors wants to meet before they’ll allow the funding to be used for the facility. My contact at the board said they’ve got some stipulations they’re looking into.” He shook his head. “I have no idea what that means, and so far, my contact hasn’t returned my latest email. I’ll have to call tomorrow on my way to Wyoming.”

  He returned to his meal. Kallie put the spoon back on Peter’s tray.

  Ainsley squawked and pounded her tray, out of food. Kallie dumped some more peas in front of her, feeling Grant’s eyes on her. Peter called out for more peas, too.

  “Can’t I help you with anything?”

  Ainsley dropped her sippy cup, and Kallie bent over.

  The cup touched Grant’s foot. He stooped over and grabbed it. Kallie sat up in her chair again, stretching out her hand over the table to get it back.

  Grant eyed both kids, and the nerves piled up inside her as she set Ainsley’s drink on her tray. This charade was pointless—he was bound to figure things out and she’d been stupid to hide it from him.

  “How’s Brendan Millard these days?”

  Blinking, Kallie frowned. “What? Fine, I guess.”

  Peter tossed his empty cup and cried for more.

  “What’s he up to?”

  Kallie disappeared beneath the table. “Running his farm, like everyone else around here.” She snatched Peter’s cup and stood to refill it.

  “He’s not hanging around here?”

  “Why would he?”

  “I just figured he’d be available for you and the kids.”

  Ainsley cried out, out of peas again.

  “Here.” Grant pushed his chair back. “Let me help.”

  “No, you’re a guest. Sit down.” Kallie shoveled peas onto the tray. But Ainsley waved her arms, batting away Kallie’s spoon, sending her cup over the edge again.

  She gasped as the lid came off, spilling milk across the floor.

  Grant popped up from his seat.

  “I’ve got it.” Kallie darted for the paper towel roll on the counter, but he snatched it first. He swooped in on the milk spreading over the linoleum.

  She knelt beside him. “Let me do it.”

  “I can handle a spill...”

  “But—”

  “Go eat. You’ve hardly touched your food.”

  “No. I’m going to do it.” She snatched the paper roll from him. “Now tell me why Brendan Millard would be here for me and the kids?”

  “Aren’t these his kids?”

  “No, Grant.”

  Freezing, he raised his gaze to meet hers. “Then whose are they?”

  Her eyes widened. Did he honestly have no idea? She took a couple of deep breaths, then stood. She set Ainsley’s sippy cup on the table with a distinct tap and turned to the counter, tugging saran wrap off a pan of dessert. “Brownie?”

  “Kal.”

  He wasn’t playing around. Turning, she met his dark eyes and willed herself not to flinch. Time for the truth. “They’re yours.”

  * * *

  “Grant, stop.”

  The screen door shut behind him as Grant stalked down the steps. He needed air.

  Returning to Bitter Creek Farm had already been hard, dredging up memories of training setters with Frank and learning about life. Falling in love with Kallie—hard and fast. But this? Finding out he’d been a father all this time? That was harder still.

  “Grant.” Kallie followed him outside. “Let me explain.”

  “What’s there to explain? I understand what’s going on here. You lied to me about everything. That about covers it, right?”

  “Please.”

  He paused to face her, spying her on the porch—slip-on shoes, breeze tossing her long blond hair. Her slender wrists and fingers. The freckles dotting her bare shoulders. He distinctly remembered touching those shoulders as they danced in the moonlight together...

  That night when their perfect world had completely ruptured.

  “I wanted to tell you so many times. But—”

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�But what? The timing never felt right?”

  “No.”

  “Why’d you keep them a secret, Kallie?”

  Her gaze turned steely, arms crossing over her middle. “Why’d you leave me a month after asking me to marry you?”

  “Don’t change the subject.”

  “I’m not. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t tell you.” Her eyes misted over. “You left me. And you did not want kids. I didn’t know what to do.”

  Twins. The news still shook through him. He’d seen the kids, the color of their hair, but he’d reasoned away any chance they could’ve been his. Kallie’s gaze pleaded with him to understand, but it was a whole lot of information to take in at once.

  “I did do that. And I’m very sorry. But you should have told me. I still have my same phone, or you could have called Jill—”

  “I don’t know. I guess I figured you were better off not knowing.”

  “That’s the problem, Kallie. You decided this important thing for me. You can’t do that. You can’t control everything. I had a right to know.”

  A tear slipped down her cheek, and he fell silent. Was she just now feeling bad about all of this or had she tormented herself for years? He closed his eyes against the regret shuddering through his chest. Regret over their past mistakes and the mistake he was making now. No matter what she’d done to him, he didn’t need to belittle her.

  The way she stood there, hand nervously gripping her opposite bicep, she looked exactly the same as when he left years ago. Alone and scared. Needing him as he walked away.

  He was guilty of hurting her, too.

  Grant rubbed the back of his neck. One little statement: They’re yours. Suddenly, his life would never be the same. His mind swirled with hurt, with anger, with questions. But one thing he knew for sure. Those kids needed a dad. Grant had one physically, but not actively. He was scared to death of repeating the man’s mistakes.

  In fact, he’d already started. He’d been absent for their entire lives. But not anymore.

  He headed for his pickup.

  She followed him. “Where are you going?”

  “To find some cell service to call my hotel.”

  “Why?”

  “To cancel my reservation.”

  He heard her feet skid to a halt on the gravel. “You’re leaving already? You’re mad that I didn’t tell you about the kids and yet you’re already leaving?”

  “Hardly.” He hopped into his truck and shut the door, staring down at her through the half-rolled window. “Just the opposite. I’m coming out to the farm.”

  Her brows shot up. “I don’t think so. You’re not staying here.”

  “You’re right, I’m not. I’ll be in the employee cottage.”

  She stared at him.

  “What? It’s still standing, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s still standing. But it needs work. I don’t think you want to stay there.”

  “There you go making decisions for me again,” he said. “I’m not worried about the work. Just want to be close to my kids.” He stuck his key in the ignition and turned it, revving his engine to life. “See ya in a few.”

  Kallie didn’t look happy, but she’d just have to be okay with it. Starting today, she was going to see a whole lot more of Grant Young. He wouldn’t let his kids grow up like he had—without a relationship with their dad.

  The white broken line down Interstate 90 stretched to the horizon. Grant hadn’t expected to see this section of South Dakota prairie again so soon. But when you had to drive to the next exit in order to find a cell signal, that’s what you did.

  Once he sat on the side of the road, just after the off ramp, he called the hotel and canceled his reservation. Then he called the hosts of every clinic he’d planned to give this summer to cancel until further notice. Until he could figure out what was going on in his life.

  Even with his phone calls completed, though, he wasn’t ready to go back to the farm. Not just yet. He still needed to process this new load of information for a few more minutes. He wound up calling his sister, Jill.

  “Well, that’s just about the craziest news I think I’ve ever heard,” Jill said.

  “Yeah.” Grant ran his finger along the edge of his pickup’s radio, wiping away dust that had collected there since he’d last detailed this old thing. “I’m still stunned.”

  “Me, too. And I’m just your sister. I can’t imagine how you feel.” She paused. “So, I’m not trying to be rude here—but are you sure they’re yours?”

  Grant shrugged, even though he knew no one could see him except the rolling prairie out his open window. “They have brown eyes and brown wavy hair. The more I think about it, the more I’m realizing Peter looks a lot like me in that picture of us. You know, the one that used to hang in Mom and Dad’s hall.”

  “Are you going to get a paternity test?”

  His brows scrunched. “Do I need to?”

  “I would.”

  “Why would Kallie tell me they’re mine if they aren’t? She doesn’t accept help from me, and she clearly doesn’t want me here. The only reason I even found out is because Frank left me in his will.”

  Which certainly made him wonder. He’d been added as a beneficiary when he and Kallie got engaged, but he figured with their breakup he’d been taken off—like normal ex-fiancés. Had it slipped Frank’s mind or had he left Grant in the will on purpose, so he’d learn about the kids one way or another?

  Reality hit him hard and heavy. “What rights do I even have to them anyway? We’re not married. I know they’re mine, but I’ve been absent all of their life. They know and trust Kallie, and that’s it.”

  “Not knowing about them isn’t entirely your fault, though. She should have told you,” Jill said. “Listen, I was talking with a friend of mine here in Norfolk, who’s going through something kind of like this, and he said fathers have rights, too. You’ll have to check South Dakota laws, but I think all you have to do is establish you’re their biological father. Then you’ll have all the rights and responsibilities of a parent.”

  His sister, hairstylist-turned-lawyer all of a sudden. “Like child support and visitation?”

  “Yeah, and like, custody.”

  Custody. Wow, this was getting real. And fast.

  He exhaled. Turned his gaze to the setting sun. “This is a lot to process, Jill.”

  “I’m sure it is.” Jill paused. “Just promise me one thing.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t let Kallie push you out of their lives again, okay? You’ve already lost precious time you can’t get back. Make the most of the time you have now.”

  Grant exhaled. “That’s my plan.”

  “Okay. Hey, Grant?” Jill’s voice softened. “Congratulations. I’m excited to meet them. I’m sure Mom will be, too.”

  A smile slid up Grant’s face. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

  When he hung up, he started his pickup. Jill was right. Kallie had already denied him access to important milestones. He wouldn’t let that happen again.

  He didn’t know all the details yet, but as surely as he drove back to Bitter Creek Farm, he was bound and determined to never let Peter and Ainsley go.

  * * *

  After finishing supper and bathing the children, Kallie strapped Peter and Ainsley into the stroller and trekked down to the cottage.

  As she’d expected, she found Grant’s truck parked out front, and Chief sitting on the front porch, soaking up the sun and taking in the change of scenery. He ran to greet them as they neared, and Kallie gave him a few quick rubs behind the ear.

  Peter squealed and pointed at Chief, and Kallie managed a smile. Her kids held a wonder for the world that she’d lost in recent years. What would it be like to feel that way about life again?

  The door to the cottage swung open, Grant
leaning on the doorframe. Bella scurried over after him, greeting the kids and Kallie. “Well, hey there, neighbor,” Grant said with a wink. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

  The smile slid off Kallie’s face. Just how long was he planning on staying?

  But her lack of enthusiasm didn’t seem to faze him. “Come in.” He approached the stroller. “Hey, bud.” He unstrapped Peter and lifted him into his arms.

  But Peter squirmed and reached out for Kallie, trying to wriggle from Grant’s grip.

  “Like I said, he’s pretty shy around strangers.”

  Grant bounced Peter a little, probably in an attempt to cheer him up. “We won’t be strangers for long.” He turned and headed into the house, calling for Chief and Bella to follow him. Kallie stifled a sigh as she unstrapped Ainsley and followed. Stopping by the cottage was probably the wrong thing to do, but if she hid from whatever issue was building between her and Grant, then it would grow and grow. Much better to nip it in the bud right now, rather than let it get out of control.

  You can’t control everything...

  She didn’t want to think about Grant’s words, so instead, she stepped inside and focused on the cottage’s aged surroundings.

  “I think this place will work well.” Grant glanced back at her before surveying the room. “Though I might need to borrow some sheets until my online order gets here.”

  Online order? What did Grant Young think he was doing—moving in?

  Looking around, she suddenly felt weary. The last time anyone stayed here was about a year ago—an employee working for Dad about a year after Grant left. The man had only stuck around for a few months before going someplace warmer. Texas or Oklahoma, she couldn’t remember. Though a few months had apparently been long enough to put a hole through the wall, destroy some window blinds beyond repair, chip the counter and knock the screen door off its hinges.

  Rachel had watched the kids so Kallie could at least surface clean this place after the employee left, but that’s as far as she’d gotten. And unfortunately, by then, she’d been the only one who could’ve worked on the cottage because Dad wasn’t able-bodied. She could have hired someone to help, but that had just been too much to deal with at the time.