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can give them most anything they’ll need to have a relatively good life. And I think I owe them that much.”
    â€œI can’t see that you owe them anything, Wyatt. Sure, they’re your sister’s kids, but that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your life for them.”
    His brows drew together at her insensitive comment. The idea that all women were born with maternal instincts was a bunch of malarkey. Sandra had just proven it. And then there was his mother, whom he hadn’t heard a word from in the past twenty-six years. Dear Lord, had Belinda been just as uncaring of her twins? No, he didn’t believe it for a minute.
    â€œI’d hardly call it a sacrifice, Sandra. I happen to like babies and children. I’ve always wanted some of my own.”
    Sandra chuckled. “That’s hard to believe, Wyatt. You’ve never even talked about wanting to be a husband, much less a father.”
    â€œThat doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. I just haven’t found the right woman.”
    She laughed again. “I guess that means I was never in the running.”
    He grimaced. “You and I both know you’d make an awful wife and mother, Sandra.”
    She groaned with good humor. “You’re right. I’m a career woman. Period. But what about this Chloe Murdoch? You haven’t said that much about her. Does she seem like the mothering sort?”
    Instead of the mountains, Wyatt was suddenly seeing Chloe’s pale golden skin and deep red hair, the fierce look in her green eyes when he’d talked about taking the twins home with him. Yes, she was a mother at heart. It was the very thing about her that bothered him the most.
    Later that evening, when Rose arrived at the Bar M to help Chloe with the evening chores, her thirteen-year-old stepdaughter, Emily, was with her.
    The moment the girl stepped down from the pickup truck, Chloe gave her a tight, affectionate hug. “Don’t tell me your mother is making you work this evening,” Chloe teased. “You know, if you let her, she can be a real slave driver.”
    Emily cast Rose a loving smile. “No, she never makes me do anything. She always asks. But I volunteered this evening. I wanted to see for myself how Martin was doing.
    Chloe waved a hand toward the calf’s pen. “He’s getting fat and slick and sassy. If you want to give him his supper, his bottle is in the feed room.”
    â€œI would!”
    Emily hurried away, leaving the two sisters standing on the worn foot-path leading to the stable.
    â€œAunt Kitty called and told me all about Mr. Sanders,” Rose said gravely. “Does Justine know?”
    Chloe nodded. “I saw her this afternoon. She’s going to have Roy run a check on him.”
    â€œWhat do you think she’ll find?”
    Ever since Chloe had left Justine’s house, she’d beenasking herself the very same thing. “I’m afraid Roy won’t find anything out of order.”
    â€œSo the guy seems respectable.”
    Respectable? Chloe could think of a dozen other ways to describe the man. Cool, slick, insensitive and arrogant.
    â€œOn the surface,” she told Rose. “But who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll turn out to be a piece of trash.”
    â€œChloe!” Rose gently scolded. “That’s an awful thing to say.”
    Chloe started walking in the direction of the stable. Rose followed, her long legs easily keeping up with Chloe’s shorter, quicker strides.
    â€œChloe, have you stopped to think that Adam and Anna are his relatives, too? It can’t be easy for the man having his sister die a drug-related death. And in a facility for the criminally insane, to boot.”
    Chloe rolled her eyes at her sister. Like Justine, Rose was a beautiful woman. Tall and slender with long, wavy chestnut hair, she had a quiet gracefulness about her that Chloe had always admired. She