The Bachelor's Twins

Okay. Family meeting. Tonight. Topic: Personal Questions.

“Girls,” Anna finally managed to choke out. “I’m sure Liam knows how big his house should be.”

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Not according to Sunni.

Liam’s mom had questioned the size of the cabin the first time he’d shown her the blueprint, too.

But really, how much space did a guy need anyway? A kitchen. A bedroom. A living room where he could kick back and put up his feet after work.

At least a dozen times a day, Liam pictured how the cabin would look when it was finished. But, suddenly, Anna was there. And not as a visitor. Liam saw her reading in the oversize chair next to the fireplace, her chestnut hair falling loose around her shoulders. Laughing with Cassie and Chloe in the kitchen. Snuggled up with him on the couch while snow swirled outside the window...

Maybe he should have asked Aiden to switch places with him today.

Because there was no way Liam would let himself go there.

He thanked God on a daily basis for the blessing of a close family, but that didn’t mean he planned to have one of his own.

Maybe if Rich had lived longer, Liam would have had a chance to figure out how to do it right.

He’d heard the rumors about him and his brothers when they’d moved to Castle Falls. Even one of Sunni’s closest friends had expressed concern about her ability to handle the household alone after Rich passed away.

Those boys aren’t just from a broken home, they’re probably broken on the inside, too, Sunni. And you aren’t going to be able to fix them with a hug and a smile. Who knows what kind of problems are going to crop up as they get older? They could turn out just like their father.

Darren Kane—a man whose temper had erupted without warning or provocation and inflicted lasting damage on their family—was the last person Liam wanted to be like.

Still, he might have dismissed the comment if he hadn’t seen the same concern reflected in other people’s eyes.

It made Liam wonder if there wasn’t a fault line, embedded deep inside of him, a crack formed by the constant upheaval he had experienced as a child. All it would take was a shift of some kind, some unexpected, external pressure, and he’d turn into his dad.

Liam had decided a long time ago it wasn’t worth the risk.

For the next half hour, he took a page from Aiden’s playbook and pointed out things he hoped Anna’s daughters would find interesting. Liam figured he made a poor substitute for his brother, but he kept the twins entertained.

And it kept his eyes focused on his surroundings instead of the beautiful woman sitting in the canoe next to his.

“There’s something in the water!” Cassie almost dropped her paddle as she pointed to a sleek brown head moving parallel with the shoreline.

Liam smiled. He no longer needed T-shirts to tell Anna’s twins apart. If not for a slight variation in the spray of freckles across their noses, the difference in their personalities gave it away.

Both girls were curious and talkative, but Cassie practically vibrated with restless energy. It was a good thing Liam didn’t get motion sickness, because their canoe didn’t simply glide down the river—it practically created its own white-water rapids.

“That’s Ben.” Liam had been hoping the otters would make a guest appearance this morning. He scanned the shoreline. “Keep an eye out for Jerry. They’re usually together.”

“Ben and Jerry?” It was the first time Anna had spoken directly to him since the start of their journey.

“Aiden named them.” Liam smiled. “You of all people know about my brother’s addiction to ice cream.” Every Tuesday afternoon in the summer, Aiden dragged Liam into The Happy Cow to feed his habit. A triple scoop of Rocky Road.

And every Tuesday, he and Anna pretended there wasn’t a barrier ten times higher than the counter between them.

“I see Jerry, too!” Chloe shouted.

“Let’s see if we can get them to put on a little show for us.” Liam whistled a trio of notes, trying to mimic the greeting Aiden had started using to get the otters’ attention when they were newborn pups.

On cue, Ben began to perform barrel rolls in the shallow water, but Jerry, the more courageous of the two, dived underwater and then popped up right between the two canoes, sunlight sparkling on the droplets of water clinging to his whiskers.

The girls squealed in delight as the otter rolled over and exposed his snow-white belly to the sun like a tourist working on his tan.

“Can we take some pictures of Ben and Jerry for my journal, Mom?” Cassie begged. “We’ll earn our Celebrate Creation pins, for sure. Josie Wyman got a picture of a hummingbird, and this would be even better!”

“Celebrate Creation pins?” Liam automatically looked to Anna for a translation.

When the girls had first arrived, they’d said something about Sunflowers and pins and journals, but Liam had had a hard time converting eight-year-old-girl into a language a twenty-eight-year-old guy could understand.

“For the Sunflowers kids’ club at church,” Anna explained. “The girls earn pins when they memorize Bible verses or complete a special assignment this summer. Except—” She paused to give Cassie a meaningful look. A look Liam recognized because he’d seen the same one on Sunni’s face over the years when she was taking advantage of a “teachable” moment. “Except that Ms. Shapiro didn’t intend for it to become a competition with Josie Wyman, did she?”

“Nope.” Cassie swung her head from side to side, the very picture of innocence. “But I still think it would be sweet to get a picture of the otters for my journal...and a pin.”

“Mom made them,” Chloe added proudly. “She stays up and makes jewelry after we go to bed at night.”

Anna’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but all Liam felt was a stab of guilt. The previous autumn, Lily had rallied the family and a group of volunteers to renovate the second floor of Anna’s building into a combination studio and jewelry store. Liam was the only one who hadn’t helped with the project.

Given their history, Liam had told himself he was saving Anna from a potentially awkward situation. Now he wondered if keeping his distance had had more to do with self-preservation.

Because every time Liam looked at Anna, he remembered the line he’d crossed on prom night. He should have backed off when Anna had gotten defensive, but all he could see was his dad using his fists to get his way.

You need to break up with Ross, Anna. He’s dangerous.

Dangerous.

Said the guy everyone assumed had had multiple run-ins with the police before he’d moved to Castle Falls.

You don’t know anything, Anna had retorted.

The implication behind the words had struck deep.

Liam didn’t know anything because he was an outsider. In Anna’s mind, he would always be an outsider. And the knowledge that Liam could have ruined her future happiness if she’d taken his advice was always there, simmering in the air between them.

Which was why it would be better if his relationship with Anna—or lack thereof—stayed the same.

Polite and professional, Liam reminded himself.

“The camera is packed away, sweetheart,” Anna said. “I’m not sure we should take the time.”

Right. Based on Anna’s comment, the four-hour countdown was obviously still on her mind. Proof that she wanted to spend as little time in his company as possible.

Cassie spun toward him, their official river guide and therefore the only person who outranked her mother when it came to making decisions. “Do we have time, Mr. Kane?”