Claiming Her Cowboy. Tina Radcliffe

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Название Claiming Her Cowboy
Автор произведения Tina Radcliffe
Жанр Вестерны
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could see from the window up there. Everybody’s walking to the chow hall.”

      “Okay, fine. Show me the way.”

      Dub was right. There were a lot of kids walking toward the training building. Now that he thought of it, he recalled a cafeteria in that building.

      A few adults were up ahead, but it was mostly kids. Lots of kids. Boys of different ages laughed and talked as they headed to the meeting.

      Somehow the whole kids at the ranch thing had slipped Jack’s mind. He hadn’t connected the dots. Or he had, and then blocked it out. Jack swiped a hand over his face and swallowed, willing his heart rate to slow down.

      It didn’t matter—he wasn’t here for kids. He was here as a ranch hand. He’d do chickens and goats, and anything else the director lady threw at him. But kids were definitely not part of his repertoire. Not now and not in the future.

      He stole a glance at the boy beside him. A prickle of apprehension raced over him, and he realized that he needed to make his no-kids policy completely clear to Lucy Maxwell.

      And to Dub Lewis.

      * * *

      Lucy blinked.

      What was Jack Harris doing with Dub Lewis? At well over six feet, he had to lean over every now and again to catch what the small child was saying. Dub seemed to be talking nonstop, skipping at intervals to keep up with Jack’s long strides. Jack’s dark head was next to Dub’s blond one. Lucy’s heart gave a little swoon at the picture they made. But Jack wasn’t smiling. The attorney limped as he walked—a sure sign those fancy shoes were causing him considerable discomfort.

      “Did you get all moved in?” she murmured as he approached.

      “I did,” he said with a curt nod.

      “You spoke with your aunt?”

      “My aunt.” He chuckled. “Aunt Meri cleverly left town to spend a few days with a friend.”

      Lucy smiled and glanced from Jack to the little boy at his side. “I see you met Dub.”

      “Met? He seems to have permanently attached himself to my shadow. I have a few questions for you,” Jack said, his words for her ears only.

      Lucy knelt down next to Dub. “Hey, Dub, why don’t you go ahead and find a seat inside?”

      Dub glanced at the box of camping supplies at her side. “Don’t I need those, too?”

      “Miss Lorna picked yours up for you.”

      “Okay. Are we still going for ice cream?” He searched her face hopefully. “With my sissies?”

      “What did I tell you?” she returned.

      “You said that you’d pick us up tonight after dinner.”

      “That’s correct, and I always keep my promises.”

      Relief now shone in Dub’s eyes.

      “Now go ahead and find a seat inside, please.”

      “Okay.” He turned to Jack. “I’ll save you a seat, Mr. Jack.”

      “Uh, thanks, kid.”

      Lucy’s gaze followed Dub as he raced into the open door of the building.

      “What’s his story?” Jack asked.

      She turned to face him. “What do you mean?”

      “Seems like he should be in an orphanage so he can be adopted. Your facility isn’t licensed for adoption.”

      “You really did your research,” Lucy said with a grudging smile. “Once again, I’m impressed.”

      “Don’t be. I’m sure I’ll annoy you again very soon.”

      “Dub is here as a favor to the court.”

      “Why?”

      “He’s one of three.”

      “Three?”

      “Yes. Triplets.”

      Jack’s eyes rounded. “There are three of him? Where are his brothers?”

      “Sisters. Ann and Eva. They’re at the girls’ ranch.”

      “How’s that work?”

      “Normally different-sex siblings have visitation weekly. We provide extra family time together for the triplets.”

      “So why are they here?”

      “You understand this falls under the medical confidentiality agreement you signed. We expect that of all staff members.”

      “I’m an attorney. I’m accustomed to keeping my mouth shut.”

      Though she sorely itched to spout the hearty comeback on the tip of her tongue, Lucy recognized that she was supposed to be making nice with the man, so she bit her tongue instead.

      “Finding foster parents willing to take triplets isn’t easy. Dub was in a separate foster home from his sisters and he became very depressed. In fact, Dub has been in three different foster homes already this year. He ran away from all of them.”

      “Why? Why does he run away? Do they treat him poorly?”

      “Not at all. Dub simply feels obligated to take care of his sisters. That’s his burden. So he leaves to find them.”

      “That’s a heavy load for a five-year-old.”

      “I know.” And she did, far more than anyone would ever understand. It had been her job, like Dub’s, to keep track of Emma and Travis when the three of them were in foster care.

      “How far does the little man get?” Jack asked.

      “Oh, you’d be surprised.” She released a sigh. “Our Dub is very resourceful.”

      “Now he’s here.”

      “Yes. Dub and his sisters are here for the summer at least, to keep them together.”

      “How long have they been in the system?”

      “A year. They were removed from their home due to neglect and abandonment. Poor kids were left alone quite a bit, and expected to fend for themselves by the only custodial parent.”

      Jack grimaced. “Mother?”

      “Yes.”

      “And the father?”

      “Unknown.”

      He shook his head and glanced at the building Dub had gone into. Lucy blinked at the emotion Harris wore on his face. It was the first emotion she’d seen him express for anyone besides his aunt.

      “That’s a tough break for a kid,” he muttered.

      She nodded. “Another reason they’re here is to see if Dub flourishes when his only responsibility is being a kid. At the ranch, he knows his sisters are being taken care of. A few times he’s randomly asked to see them in the middle of the day. It was as if he needed to be sure they were safe. We complied, and he was able to stop worrying. Dub trusts us to keep our word.”

      “How is his being here going to help with the adoption process?”

      “We’re actively trying to find Dub a home, and we’ve agreed to facilitate any potential foster or adoptive parents who are interested in all three children.”

      Jack offered a short nod, annoyance still evident on his face. “The kid was in the stables.” He shot her an accusatory look. “Alone. No supervision.”

      “Dub always asks permission, and he knows that he’s not allowed in the stalls.”

      “That’s not the same as supervision.”

      “Dub