Twins Under His Tree (9 page)

“He said something to that effect, but I thought he was kidding.”

“Uh-uh. He's not letting you or that baby girl out of his sight for very long.”

After they both stared down at the infant, Lily taken with her raven-dark hair and eyes, Raina asked, “Did I interrupt something when I called? I never imagined you'd be with Mitch.”

“Oh, I just decided to make him a thank-you dinner. It was easier to do at his house.”

“Did you eat?”

“No, we put it in a casserole for later. It will be fine.”

“I have lousy timing,” Raina murmured.

“No, actually you have very good timing.”

The two women exchanged a look.

“Do you want to tell me what's going on?” Raina asked.

“Not here. The men could come back. Besides, I'm not sure anything is going on. Nothing should be going on, right?” If there was one person to ask about this, that person would be Raina.

“I waited nine long years to find love again. You don't have to wait that long.”

“But what if it isn't love? What if I just miss Troy so much, long to be held so much, that I mistake something else for real emotion?”

“Is that what you think is happening?”

Lily sighed. “I don't know. When I'm with Mitch, I actually can't think sometimes, let alone figure out the best thing to do.”

“Then don't do anything until you're ready to do whatever's right for you.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Yeah, I know,” Raina said with a wry smile. “If I'd taken my own advice, I wouldn't have this little girl in my arms right now. Do you want to hold her?”

“You bet I do.”

 

Shep sat across from Mitch at the cafeteria table, staring down into his coffee. “When Raina went into labor—” He shook his head. “I don't think I've ever gone into such a panic.”

“I know what you mean,” Mitch said, thinking about that night at the banquet, Lily's contractions, knowing the twins would be premature.

Shep didn't say anything for a moment, but then remarked, “So you felt that way when Lily went into labor?”

What kind of trap had Mitch just walked into? He kept silent.

“You being a doc and all,” Shep went on, “I would think you'd be more matter-of-fact about it.”

He would have been with anyone else, but not with Lily. No way was he going to admit that out loud. Then it didn't seem he had to. Shep was giving him a knowing look that made Mitch feel uncomfortable. One thing Mitch never thought he'd be was transparent. He expected another question, but it didn't follow.

Instead, Shep took another sip of his coffee and set it down again. “Raina and Lily have become really good friends. They have a lot in common.”

“Raina's been a great support for Lily since Troy died.” He might as well just get the subject out there so they weren't trampling around it.

“I heard you've been, too.”

“You heard?” Mitch tried to keep the defensiveness from his voice, but he was worried that gossip was spreading about him and Lily.

“That night at the banquet when you carried Lily off. Raina told me Troy had left a letter asking you to look after her. That's why you're with her again tonight, right?” Shep inquired blandly.

Lily had told Mitch about Shep's background and why he'd wanted to adopt. She'd always spoken admiringly of him and Mitch knew her to be a good judge of character.

So when Shep stopped beating around the proverbial bush and added, “When I met Raina, nine years had passed since her husband died. Even so, we had a few bumps in our road because of it.”

“Lily and I aren't—”

“Aren't serious? Aren't involved? Only friends? I get that. No one's judging you…or Lily.”

“Maybe
you're
not, but Troy's sister is and I can't blame her for that. Even
I
know Lily's still vulnerable and I should watch my step. But how do you keep a promise to protect someone and step back at the same time?”

“That's a tough one,” Shep admitted. “But if you care about her, you'll figure out the right thing to do, without interference from anyone else.” Shep drank the last of his coffee. “Thanks for coming down here with me. I want to be with my wife and baby, but I needed a little break just to settle down a bit.”

“I understand.”

Shep nodded. “So are you ready to meet my daughter?”

 

When Lily and Mitch returned from the hospital, they warmed up dinner and ate at the table Lily had set. She called Ellie to see how the twins were doing and to give a report on Raina.

After she closed her phone, Mitch asked, “Ready for dessert?” and brought the apple crumble to the table.

“I have to get back home. Sophie and Grace are okay but I don't want Ellie and Angie to feel as if I've abandoned them.”

“You haven't. A couple of hours away will do all of you good.”

“I know, but—”

“You don't have to run off because you think I might kiss you again. I won't, if you don't want me to.”

Lily felt her heart start hammering. “That's the problem, Mitch. I think I want you to.”

Although another man might have acted on that subtle invitation, Mitch didn't. He set the dish on the table and started scooping dessert out for both of them.

“You don't have anything to say to that?” she asked quietly.

“Shep thinks we're involved.”

Lily felt rattled that the subject had come up between the two men.

“I didn't start that conversation, if you're wondering,” Mitch assured her.

“No, I wasn't. I guess I was just surprised.”

“Everyone who cares about you is worried about you. It's natural that they're going to watch what you're doing.”

“I hate to think I'm being watched,” Lily murmured.

“In a good way.”

After Mitch took his seat again beside her, she confessed, “Raina thinks we're involved, too.”

“And what do
you
think?” he asked, his dark gaze penetrating, assessing, questioning.

“I think I'm scared. I think a kiss means more than I want it to mean with you.”

“We did more than kiss,” he reminded her.

She couldn't look away, didn't look away, wouldn't look away. She had to be as honest as she could with him. “I'm not sure where we're headed, Mitch. A lot of hormones are still driving me. What if we go up in flames? How much damage will that do to either of us? I've never had affairs, even before Troy. I was always in committed relationships. So what's happening between you and me—”

“Isn't a committed relationship.”

“We're really on sandy footing,” she said with a shake of her head.

He didn't disagree.

“But I like being with you,” she continued. “I feel so alone sometimes, but not when I'm with you.”

“We're back to the friends-versus-more question,” he said.

Suddenly Lily was tired of the seriousness of it all. She was a widow with two babies to raise and sometimes she just wanted to scream. “Why do we even have to decide? Why are we worried about affairs and committed relationships? I mean, why can't we just enjoy being together?”

A light smile crept across his lips. “You couldn't be saying we're analyzing too much.”

“I'm saying I need to take some deep breaths and not worry so much, and maybe
you
do, too. Yes, I think about Troy all the time, and how much I miss him, and how much the babies would love to have him as a father. But he's not here, and I can't pretend he will be again.”

“You still love him a lot.”

“Yes, Mitch, I do. But that love can't fill up my life twenty-four hours a day anymore. I have to start making room for a different life.”

“And?” Mitch prompted.

“And,” Lily repeated, then hesitated a moment…. “And Ellie and Angie are going to a concert in Amarillo tomorrow. They're going to stay overnight. So why don't you come over around four and we'll take the babies for a walk. Then maybe we can toss around some ideas for your Christmas weekend. That will be looking ahead
and it should be fun. I can plan a menu. You can decide who will be Santa Claus. We'll just hang out.”

His gaze was still on her, seeing into her and through her. They had to both figure out what they wanted and maybe the only way to do that would be to spend some time together.

“You just want some help with Sophie and Grace,” he teased.

After considering what he'd said, she shook her head. “No, I want to hang out with you.”

If she thought Mitch had ignored her invitation earlier, she could see in his eyes now that he hadn't.

Leaning toward her, he reached out and moved a stray wave from her cheek. Then he rubbed his thumb over her lips, leaning even closer. “Does hanging out involve kissing?”

“Maybe,” she said with a little uncertainty.

His lips came down on hers and the rest of the world fell away.

M
itch pushed the double stroller down the street, noticing the darkened gray sky and the storm clouds that had gathered. He felt a similar storm inside of himself, agitating to be set free.

We're just going to hang out together,
he repeated in his mind like a mantra.

Strolling beside him, Lily bent to make sure Sophie and Grace were happy under their canopies. Lily wore a yellow sundress with strawberries appliquéd around the hem. He wondered if she'd dressed up for him or if he was reading too much into her choice of a simple dress on a warm June day. She'd tucked her hair behind her ears and held it in place with two pretty mother-of-pearl combs. She was a vision that plagued his dreams and unsettled his days.

When she straightened, she flashed him a quick smile. “You're staring.”

“Caught in the act,” he joked. “You look pretty today. But more than that. Freer somehow.”

“It was nice being in the house alone with the babies the few hours before you came. Don't get me wrong. I'm so grateful for how Angie and Ellie help. I love being housemates with them. But I also like the feeling that I'm Sophie and Grace's mother and no one means as much to them as I do. Isn't that silly?”

“Not at all. But you don't have to worry. Their eyes are starting to follow you. They know you're their mother, no matter who takes care of them. You have an innate bond with them, just as they do with each other. Nothing will change that.”

“Not even me going back to work?”

“Not even.”

The breeze suddenly picked up, tossing Lily's hair across her shoulders. “Uh-oh,” she said, looking up. “We might not make it back before it rains.”

“The rain could hold off,” he assured her, yet he knew it probably wouldn't. Once the weather cycle was set in motion, nothing could stop it.

“I'm not wearing running shoes.
You
are.”

“I promise I won't race ahead of you. Sophie and Grace are protected by the state-of-the-art stroller your friends gave them. So I don't think we have to rush on their part.”

Still, he rolled the stroller around in a half circle and headed back the way they'd come.

Lily stepped up her pace beside him. “I don't like sudden storms.”

“You'd rather have planned storms?” he asked, amused.

She cast him a sideways glance. “I know you think that's funny, but just imagine. What if you knew ahead of time about the crises in your life? You could prevent them.”

“Maybe. Or maybe fate would just find another way to get you to the same spot so you'd have to make the same kind of decisions.”

“Oh my gosh! You're a philosopher and I never knew it.”

Mitch had to laugh. “That's one title I've never been given.”

“It's a compliment,” she assured him, with a teasing tone in her voice that made him want to tug her into his arms and kiss her right there and then on the street. But in Sagebrush, that would almost be a spectacle.

She must have guessed what he was thinking because she slowed for a moment. He didn't stop, and she took a couple of running steps to catch up.

The wind buffeted them with a little more force now and large, fat drops of rain began to pelt them. Lightning slashed the sky not so far away and thunder grumbled overhead. The flashes and booms reminded Mitch of faraway places. He fought to keep memories at bay. Even though he was practically jogging with the stroller, he took deep, even breaths, reminding himself where he was and what he was doing.

A half block from the Victorian, the rain became steadier, rat-a-tatting on the pavement, pelting the leaves of the Texas ash trees blurred in Mitch's peripheral vision. The thunder became a louder drumroll.

Mitch blocked the sound as best he could.

Almost at the front yard of the big, blue house with its yellow gingerbread trim, Lily's sandal caught on the uneven pavement. Mitch sensed rather than saw what was happening and training took over. He reached low for Lily, catching her around the waist before she fell. Her body was warm, her shoulders slick with the rain dripping down. One of her arms had surrounded his waist as she'd steadied herself to keep from falling. His face was so close to hers he could almost feel the quiver of her chin as emotion and desire ran through them both.

Yet they seemed to recognize where they were and what they were doing at the same time because in unison, they murmured, “The twins.”

Mitch tilted his forehead against hers for just a moment then released her and pushed the stroller up the walkway to the porch.

Lily unlocked the door while he easily lifted the stroller, carrying it up the steps and into the foyer.

Moments later she switched on the Tiffany light to dispel the shadows while he rolled the twins into the living room and stooped down at Sophie's side of the stroller to see if any pelts of rain had made their way to her.

Lily did the same on Grace's side. “They're dry,” she said with amazement.

“At least their clothes are,” he returned with a wink.

When Lily laughed, he felt as if he'd done something terrific. He also felt as if the lightning strike had sent supercharged awareness through
him
. When his eyes met Lily's, he knew she felt the same way.

Ducking her head, she lifted Grace. Her pink-and-
yellow playsuit with the dog appliquéd on her belly was a little big. It wouldn't be long until she grew into it, Mitch knew.

Grace cooed at Lily and Lily cooed back. “You're a happy girl today. How would you like to sit in your swing?”

Grace's little mouth rounded in an O and her very blue eyes studied her mom's face.

Mitch held Sophie in the crook of his arm. “Do you want to join your sister?”

Sophie's outfit was pink-and-green with a cat appliquéd on the bib of her overalls. When she waved her arms and oohed and aahed in her baby language, Mitch chuckled.

He and Lily set the girls in their swings and wound the mechanism that would start the motion. Then of one accord, she and Mitch seemed to come together, standing close behind the twins.

He brushed his hand down her arm. “I think you need a towel.” She was wet from the rain and he was, too. The result of that seemed to be steam rising from both of them.

“I need to change,” she murmured but didn't move away.

He fingered one of her combs. “I like these in your hair.”

“They were my mother's,” she replied softly. “I haven't worn them very much. I was afraid something would happen to them. Suddenly today I realized she wouldn't want me to just leave them in my jewelry box.”

Lily's skin was lightly tanned as if she'd taken the babies for walks many days in the sun. He clasped her
shoulders and ran his thumbs up and down the straps of her dress. “I've been wanting to kiss you since I got here.”

“I've wanted you to kiss me since you got here.”

She tilted her head up and he lowered his. He told himself to go easy, not to scare her with too much need. He didn't want to need her at all. But the moment his lips settled on hers, he couldn't keep the hunger at bay. The feel of her in his arms was exquisite, the soft pressure of her lips was a temptation that urged him to claim her. When his tongue thrust into her mouth, her gasp was only a preliminary response. She followed it with a tightening of her arms around him. A return taste of him became a chase and retreat that had them pressing their bodies together.

Outside, a bright flash of light against a darkening sky was soon followed by thunder that seemed to crawl up one side of the roof and down the other. The crackle and boom sounded very close.

All at once the light in the foyer went out and the hum of the refrigerator ceased.

Mitch held Lily tighter, ended the kiss and rubbed his jaw against her cheek. “The electricity.” Huskiness hazed his words. “The lightning must have hit a transformer.”

After a few moments, she leaned away from him. “I'd better find the oil lamp in case we don't have power for a while. I had a stir-fry planned for supper.”

“We'll have to make do with lunchmeat and cheese.”

“I made a coconut cake. We don't need power to eat that.”

“You have flashlights and candles?”

“I think they're under the kitchen sink. The oil lamp's upstairs. I'll get it when I change.”

“Go ahead. I'll watch Grace and Sophie until you come back down. Then you can stay with them while I rummage.”

After a last longing look at him, sending the message their kiss had ended much too soon, she ran upstairs.

Mitch took a hefty breath.

 

Sandwiches eaten, candles and oil lamp lit, Lily forgot about time and just lived in the moment. She and Mitch had talked as they'd sat on the sofa and exchanged fussy babies. They'd played patty-cake and peekaboo with Sophie and Grace in between talking about books they had read, movies they'd seen, first experiences swimming, diving, surfing, hiking. There seemed to be so much to talk about. Yet underneath it all, whenever their gazes met or their fingers brushed, memories of their kisses danced in her mind.

After a few hours, Lily breast-fed Grace while Mitch bottle-fed Sophie. Sophie finished first, and he laid her in her crib, starting her mobile.

They'd brought the oil lamp to the babies' room while they fed them. A flameless candle Mitch had found in a cupboard glowed in place of a night-light. Shadows were heavy in the room and Lily could see Mitch caring for her daughter, gently making sure she was settled, watching her for a few moments, then touching his fingers to her forehead.

He would make a wonderful father.

Turning from the crib, he stooped to pick up the bottle he'd set on the floor. “I'll wash this out.”

Grace had stopped suckling and her eyes were closed.
Lily raised her to her shoulder until she heard a little burp, and then she carried her to her crib, settling her in for the night, then she took the oil lamp to the bathroom where she set it on the vanity. A small candle burned next to the sink where Mitch was rinsing the bottle. He'd rolled up his shirtsleeves and for the first time, Lily saw the scars on his right forearm. She didn't look somewhere else, but studied the lines that still looked raw…the gashes that had healed but would never fade away.

Slowly she raised her eyes to his.

He turned off the spigot and blew out the candle.

He was about to roll down his sleeve when she stopped him, her hand clasping his. “You don't have to hide them from me.”

“They're ugly.”

“No, they're a badge of honor.” Without thinking, only feeling, she bent and kissed one of the welts.

“Lily.” He said her name in a way he never had before. His words were thick with need, with desire that needed to be expressed.

Her lips lingered on his skin for a few seconds, maybe because she wanted to anticipate what might happen next, maybe because she was afraid of what might happen next.

When she straightened, he took her face in both of his hands. “Do you know what you're doing?” he asked, his voice raspy.

“I'm feeling,” she said without apology.

“Damn,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her, possessing her lips with his.

His kiss was long and hungry, wet and wild. Lily felt like someone else, like a woman who could throw
caution to the side and be free from the chains of what she should and shouldn't do. She kissed Mitch with a fervor that shocked her, yet gave her hope.

Lily's breasts pressed into Mitch's chest. Instead of trying to touch her with his hands, he let their bodies communicate. His breathing was as hot and heavy as hers. They fit together with perfect temptation, perfect anticipation, perfect exhilaration. He seemed to wait for some sign from her that she wanted more and she gave it, pressing even closer. She felt his hardness, the desire he'd been controlling up until now. There would be no turning back from this.

She didn't want to turn back. She wanted tonight with Mitch. Did he want her as badly? Would he let his scars be an issue?

She lowered her hand from his shoulder and insinuated it between their bodies, cupping him, leaving him with no doubt as to what she was ready to do.

Still holding her securely, Mitch backed her out of the bathroom…across the hall…into her bedroom. The area was pitch-black, the glow from the oil lamp in the bathroom the only light, reaching just inside the door. But that didn't stop them. The dark seemed to hold some comfort for them both. Once they were enveloped by it, their mouths sought each other, their arms embraced, their fingers touched. The dark held more excitement than anything else.

Mindlessly, Lily reached for Mitch's shirt buttons.

He searched for the edges of her top and somehow managed to pull it up and over her head.

After he'd tossed it, she asked, “Do you have a condom?”

His hands went still on her waist. “Yes, I do.” He
reached into his pocket, pulled out the foil packet and dropped it on the nightstand.

They'd both known this night was coming, hadn't they?

“I'd hoped,” Mitch said honestly. “That's why I brought it.”

His hands slid to her bra and unhooked it. She shrugged off the straps quickly and leaned forward, kissing his chest. She couldn't see but she could feel hot skin against her lips. Her hands became her eyes as she ran them down his flat abdomen and stopped at the waistband of his jeans. His belt was pliant but fought her hands as she tried to unfasten it. He helped her with it. A few moments later, he'd shed his sneakers, jeans and briefs. She'd flicked off her sandals. Now he slid his hands into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down her hips along with her panties.

She knew he couldn't see much more than shadows, either, and she asked, “Should I light a candle?”

“No time,” he muttered as he pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, trailing his lips along her collarbone. His foray to her breast made her restless, flushed and needy.