Triplets Find a Mom

Both bent slightly forward, hands extended and faces close. Static electricity in the very air drew a strand of Polly’s hair toward his. For a split second, if anyone had caught a glimpse of them with those words on their lips and their gazes entwined, they might have thought they were just about to kiss.

“Um, I have to go.” Polly jerked her body upright and raked her curled fingers through her hair, pulling it back into place. “I left the dog and … I have to go.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, just spun on her heel and ran. For an instant she listened for his footsteps behind her, or for him to call for her not to leave. Not a sound, not as she fled with her face flushed and her throat tight, not as she hit the door and pushed her way out onto the sidewalk.

In the glass storefront she no longer imagined the daydream of prim Miss Bennett but saw herself. Polly, who wanted to find her place in the world but who never quite fit in had just met a man who made her feel as if anything was possible—except a match made between the two of them.

Sam couldn’t get the near kiss out of his mind the rest of the day. Thoughts of Polly Bennett popped up uninvited in the seconds between the phone ringing and his answering it. Could it be her calling about whatever she had come in to get from the store?

Her image formed slowly in his thoughts as he walked by the spot where Polly had stood. When he caught the whiff of sawdust and bubblegum, the scent in the store surrounding them earlier. So it pulled him up short when, shortly after four, his sister came in to deliver the triplets to him and his brother simultaneously made an announcement.

“All right! Gina’s here.” Max clapped his hands together, then swung his legs over the tarp-covered lunch counter. “I’m off.”

Hayley clambered up onto one of the dozen stools planted around the covered counter. Juliette went on tiptoe, gave a twirl and took the seat next to her. Sam reached out to help Caroline climb up to another stool, frowning at his brother as he asked, “Where you going, Max?”

“To pay a visit to that pretty new teacher.”

“Why?”

“Because she came in here this morning with a list of things she needed and after two minutes in your presence she ran out of here without getting any of it.” The small rectangle of paper caught between Max’s fingers crackled. “So I thought I’d do the neighborly thing—fill her list and take it over to her.”

“We want to go.” Hayley spoke for all three girls.

“I have a motorcycle, girls. One of you can ride behind me and one on my shoulders, but the other one …” He squinted at Sam. The girls understood this was just another example of Uncle Max’s outrageous humor, but Sam recognized the challenge in his younger brother’s tone. He was baiting Sam. “You got a skateboard and some clothesline in this place?”

“Very funny.” Sam met that challenge with his feet planted firmly in front of his daughters, on the floor of his place of business. He wasn’t going to let his younger brother goad him into getting riled up about Polly Bennett. That no-matchmaking rule did not just apply to the triplets.

Max made an exaggeratedly casual shrug, ending with both hands held out as if weighing the two options. “Somebody’s got to stay here. Somebody needs to take these to the lovely Miss Bennett.”

“Dad can do it,” Caroline volunteered, because they clearly all knew Sam wasn’t going to speak up for himself.

Max gave a big ol’ self-satisfied grin. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Sam opened his mouth to launch into an explanation of his special set of rules to Max, then reconsidered. It wasn’t as if Max ever listened to the rules, anyway.

“How about Gina?” Sam fixed his gaze on his sister, who had paused long enough at the counter to drop some change into the drawer and sell herself a pack of gum. “It would be perfect. You take the girls and deliver this stuff to—”

“Sorry.” She leaned down, rummaged around under the counter, then popped back up holding Sam’s spare truck keys. “I have an appointment with a seed catalog.”

As soon as Gina reached the door, she pitched Sam the keys to the minivan. “See you tonight.”

The keys hit the floor with a metallic clank.

Max bent down to scoop them up and dangled them in front of Sam. “I can hold down the store while you pay a visit.”

“I don’t want the girls getting attached to that dog,” Sam muttered through clenched teeth, not from anger but from trying to disguise the sentiment from his daughters.

“Fine. They can stay with me.” He pressed the cluster of keys into Sam’s palm. “I could use the girls’ help picking out paint colors.”

“Green!” Hayley jumped in the air.

“Pink!” Juliette gave a twirl.

“Can you use wallpaper?” Caroline squinted at the wall as if already taking mental measurements for the job.

The girls threw themselves into the assignment with the kind of enthusiasm that only a chance to do an end run around their dad’s no-matchmaking rule could inspire.

What was he going to do about it? Haul the girls over there and risk their falling in love with that little lost pup? Or send his brother over to Polly Bennett’s house and risk her falling in love with his hound dog of a brother? That shouldn’t matter, but …

He sighed, snagged the bag with the goods gathered up by Max and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. I’m going to make a delivery.”

Chapter Five

Sam pulled the family minivan into Polly’s driveway, took one look at his surroundings and groaned. They’d done it. Right under his nose. Despite all the so-called rules he laid out and his own insistence he wouldn’t be falling for any of their shenanigans, Sam had played right into the matchmaking hands of Max and the triplets.

“I can’t believe I fell for that,” he muttered quietly, realizing now that Max had never even asked where Polly lived.

He chuckled softly at the ingenuity of the foursome, even if their matchmaking mission was doomed to failure. He was making a delivery. That was all. He focused on the task at hand, getting these things to a customer, to Caroline’s teacher. No distractions, no complications.

“No problem.” Sam couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth not ten seconds after he had knocked on the door and Polly had asked him to come around to the back of the house, go down through the basement door and up into the house because she didn’t want the little dog to run out the door again. He should have just hollered back through the closed door that he’d leave the things on the front porch, have a nice day, see you around, something like that. Instead he took the long way around, into the basement, up the stairs and through the door that let him into the small, sunny kitchen.