sludge. Who wants some?â
There were several raised hands, along with a rueful shake of the head from Kayla, who was holding her four-month-old daughter. Kayla was forgoing coffee until she was no longer nursingâsheâd discovered that even decaf gave the baby colic. Josh knew how hard that must be for her; sheâd once lived in Seattle, which was a mecca for coffee lovers, and deeply missed the brew.
When he returned with a tray of steaming cups, Lauren and her sister had left. His mother was still talking about them, though, and he was convinced she had matchmaking in mind.
He would have to be careful. The past few months had been hard on the family, especially for his mom. Sheâd lost her mother and watched her father go from being an active, vital rancher to a querulous old man with disabilities. The arrival of Kaylaâs baby had helped, along with having his sister, Alaina, pregnant along with Emily. Still, he didnât want to raise her hopes that heâd get married anytime soon.
Right now he was solely interested in the ranch heâd dreamed of building. Grandpa was providing enough roadblocks; he didnât need any more.
* * *
L AUREN PRESSED HER fingers to her stomach as she walked with Tara toward the emergency room exit. She wished negative emotions didnât bother her so much. Heck, half the time she was wrong, misinterpreting a frown or shrug and losing sleep over what it might mean or questioning what she should do about it...even as she knew she was being ridiculous.
Josh McGregor was a prime example. The way heâd stomped out of the waiting room had seemed ominous, but it could be her imagination. And even if it wasnât, it didnât necessarily mean anything except that he was having a bad day.
If only that sort of thing didnât make her feel as if she was shriveling up inside.
It would be wonderful to be more like Tara. Karenâthe receptionist at the clinicâhad gleefully recounted how Tara had âstuck it to Joshâ when heâd roared into the waiting room earlier in the week. Obviously Karen felt their patient had deserved a dose of comeuppance.
Maybe so, but Lauren was glad someone else had dispensed the prescription.
She hadnât talked enough with Tara to know if her twin was interested in settling down and getting married, but it would be wonderful if she stayed in Montana. There were plenty of nice guys in town. Almost as if summoned by the thought, Lauren saw two men in uniform coming through the double doors to the emergency room. The taller man grinned when he saw her.
âHey, Lauren,â Carl said. âI heard about Alaina, so we stopped to say hello to the family and wish them well.â
Lauren nodded as other kinds of flutters started. âThatâs nice of you.â
Carl was the local sheriff and the man with him was a new deputy. After living in Los Angeles with its frantic pace, she loved the small-town atmosphere in Schuyler. She couldnât imagine a big-city policeman dropping in like this at the UCLA Medical Center.
Carl had attended the Trent HawkinsâEmily George wedding, and he and Lauren had sat next to each other at the reception. Lauren had enjoyed talking to him, and after sheâd moved to Schuyler last October, theyâd gone out several times.
âHoly cow,â Carl said, staring at Tara. âYou said you had a twin, but it didnât hit me until just now what that meant.â
âSometimes I feel the same way. Tara, this is Carl Stanfield. And the deputy next to him is Noah Mercer.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â Tara said.
âSame here.â Carl cocked his head. âYou almost have an accent, but I canât place it.â
âIâve lived in five different countries over the past ten years. Thereâs no telling how much has rubbed off.â
âThat explains it. Noah is the sameâhe spent most of his childhood in New