Fortune's Fresh Start. Michelle Major

given her something to slow her labor,” Becky explained. “The baby’s vitals are good, but Dr. Green thinks it will be better for her to give birth at a facility with a NICU. The paramedics are going to take her to San Antonio.”

      Callum’s father nodded. “So she and the baby will be okay?”

      “They should both come out of this healthy,” Becky told them.

      “Thank heavens,” Marci added.

      Callum stood, still holding Sasha in his arms. “It’s a good thing you and Parker were here for the ribbon cutting.”

      “Dr. Green was essential,” Becky clarified. “Anyone could have done what I did.” She held out her hands, and Sasha reached for her, leaving Callum with an unfamiliar sense of emptiness.

      “I doubt that’s true,” he answered. “You stepped in to help that woman without hesitation.”

      “I also foisted my kids off on you, and I appreciate you volunteering to watch them.” She glanced down at Luna, who was still happily occupied with the spoon and cups, and then gave him a hesitant smile. “I’m Becky, by the way.”

      “One of the nurses told me,” he said, that small smile doing funny things to his insides.

      “You volunteered?” Marci stepped forward, patting Callum’s shoulders. “I’m so proud.”

      “It wasn’t a big deal,” he mumbled.

      “Your daughters are adorable,” she said to Becky. “I’m Marci Fortune.” She gestured to Callum’s father and siblings. “My husband, David, and our daughter, Stephanie.” Her smiled widened. “You know Callum, obviously. These are two of our other sons, Dillon and Steven.”

      Becky’s caramel-colored eyes widened a fraction. “How many kids do you have?”

      “Eight,” Marci said proudly and without hesitation. Callum had always appreciated that his stepmother never differentiated between the children who were hers biologically and the two boys she’d taken on after marrying David.

      “Wow,” Becky murmured. “You must have been really busy.”

      “It’s how we liked it,” Marci assured her. She put a hand on Callum’s arm. “Callum was such a help with his younger sisters. We also have triplets—Ashley, Megan and Nicole.”

      Dillon stepped forward. “Callum’s nickname was Mary Poppins,” he said in a not-so-quiet whisper.

      Stephanie laughed while Becky tried to smother her smile.

      “No one called me that,” Callum told his brother with an eye roll. “Don’t you all have somewhere to be?”

      “You’d think with eight children,” Marci said to Becky, ignoring Callum’s question, “that we’d have a few grandchildren already.”

      “Gotta go,” Dillon announced in response.

      “Me, too,” Steven added.

      Stephanie grabbed her eldest brother’s elbow. “I’ll walk out with you.”

      Callum silently cursed his siblings as each of them gave Marci a peck on the cheek, told Becky it was nice to meet her and then quickly made their escape.

      “You know how to clear a room, dear,” David said, wrapping an arm around his wife’s slim shoulders.

      Marci only laughed. “I’d be an amazing grammy.”

      “Someday,” her husband promised. “But we should go, too. We have a long drive to the airport.”

      Luna had lost interest in the makeshift toys and pulled herself up, then toddled over to Becky, who lifted her without missing a beat. “You aren’t from Texas?” she asked Callum’s parents.

      David shook his head. “Fort Lauderdale, Florida. We flew in to see Callum’s latest success. It’s been quite an adjustment having four of our children move halfway across the country.”

      “The pediatric center is amazing,” Becky said, glancing at Callum from beneath thick lashes. “It’s lovely that you came all this way.”

      “Are you close to your parents?” Marci asked her.

      Callum gave his father a look over the top of his stepmother’s head. As much as he loved his big family, their friendly exuberance could be overwhelming. He didn’t want to scare off Becky before he’d even had a chance for a proper conversation with her.

      Before Becky could answer, David reiterated the need to get to the airport.

      “I’ll walk you out,” Callum told them, then reached out and touched a hand to one of Luna’s wispy curls. “Becky, I’ll be right back.”

      She gave a quick nod, then seemed shocked when Marci leaned in and enveloped both her and the twins in a hug.

      Marci turned to Callum at the entrance of the pediatric center. “She seems like a lovely girl,” she said, her tone purposefully light.

      “She’s a single mother of twins,” Callum felt obliged to point out. “And a widow.”

      “Tragic,” Marci agreed as they walked into the cool January day. “I feel for those babies and for her. She deserves to find happiness again.”

      “It’s not with me,” Callum said. “I’ve committed to staying in Rambling Rose until the final project wraps up. Who knows what will happen beyond then?”

      “I like this town more than I expected to,” his father interjected. “Of course, we’d love to see you back in Florida or somewhere closer, but if Texas makes you happy, that’s most important.”

      “What about your mandate that we stay away from the Fortunes?”

      David quirked a brow. “The only Fortunes in Rambling Rose are you and your siblings. I can live with that.”

      Callum walked them to the black sedan his father had rented. “Thank you both for coming to the opening.” He hugged Marci first and then his father. “I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished here in such a short time.”

      “You should be,” his father said.

      “We’re proud of you, as well,” Marci added. “We always have been. But you work too much, Callum. Don’t forget to take some time for yourself.”

      He didn’t bother to argue. They wouldn’t understand that his career fulfilled him in a way nothing else had. He knew people considered him a workaholic. Hell, that had been the main cause of his divorce. His ex-wife, Doralee, couldn’t accept his hours or his dedication to the projects he managed.

      But nothing made him happier than revitalizing older and historic commercial districts.

      They said another round of goodbyes, and his parents climbed into their car and drove out of the parking lot.

      As he walked back toward the entrance, Becky emerged, pushing the stroller.

      “Thank you again,” she said as he caught up to her. “I’d really like to repay you for your help today.”

      “No need.” He held up his hands. “Thanks for stepping in with that woman. She seemed so terrified when she walked into the center.”

      A shadow seemed to darken Becky’s delicate features. “She was scared and alone,” she said, almost to herself. “And about to take on the greatest responsibility of her life.”

      “She didn’t have a boyfriend or husband somewhere?” he couldn’t help but ask. He fell in step next to Becky as she walked toward a nondescript minivan at the edge of the parking lot.

      “Not that she’d tell us.” She once again tucked her hair behind an ear and glanced over at him. “No family, either. I know how it feels to be alone, but there was something different about her. It was as if she was a speck of dandelion