The Texan's Twin Blessings. Rhonda Gibson

take me a minute to walk over and lay her down.” Emily Jane’s face softened as the little girl closed her eyes and stuck her thumb into her mouth.

      He nodded. “All right.” William followed her as she led the way across the kitchen, through the sitting room and outside. Her light blue skirt swished against the wooden porch steps as she descended.

      “It’s a lovely evening.” Her soft voice floated back to him much like the fireflies that buzzed about the yard.

      A cool breeze brushed across his cheeks, bringing with it the ever-present scents of cinnamon and sugar. He inhaled. “It sure is.”

      They walked side by side to his house. His house. Six months ago, William wouldn’t have thought he’d be in Granite, Texas. Sorrow hit him full in the chest. If he’d known six months ago that both his sister and his grandmother would be gone, he’d have spent more time with them and less time trying to build a business.

      “So far, spring is my favorite season in Texas.” Emily Jane pulled him from his sad thoughts.

      He slipped around her and opened the door. “I take it you aren’t from around here?” William stepped back so that she could slip past him.

      “No, I grew up in Kansas.” She walked back to the bedroom and laid Rose down in one of the cradles.

      William placed Ruby into the other. Both girls curled up and closed their eyes. He was amazed at how quickly they went down.

      William asked, “When was the last time they were changed?” William hated asking such a delicate question, but the thought of them, their bedding and their toys being wet in the morning didn’t appeal to him. He’d rather change them now and not have to deal with the mess later.

      A dimple in her right cheek winked up at him as she grinned. “Right before you arrived. They should stay dry for the rest of the night. I doubled their diapers just in case they fell asleep before you got them home.” She walked toward the bedroom door.

      Why hadn’t he thought of doing that at night? Emily Jane truly was a woman who knew how to take care of children. He followed her from the room and then gently shut the door behind them.

      Emily Jane continued toward the front door. She stepped out on the porch. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      “Thank you again.” William leaned against the doorjamb and watched her hurry back to her house. She really was a pretty little thing, red hair, green eyes and that cute dimple that had made its appearance tonight. Given enough time, would Miss Emily Jane change her mind and be interested in taking on a more permanent position watching his nieces?

       Chapter Five

      The next morning as he entered The Bakery, William marveled at the fact that both girls had slept through the night. He carried them to the nearest table and sat down. Aware of several sets of eyes upon them, he sighed. People were forever staring at him and the twins. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was uncommon to see a man with two little girls alone or if it was because the girls were twins.

      “Good morning. You must be William Barns.” William looked up into the face of a smiling woman. “My name is Violet Atwood. What can I get for you and these two darlings this morning?” Violet’s hazel eyes studied him with a curious intensity.

      Had Emily Jane mentioned him and the girls? Was that how Violet Atwood knew of them? Or had others been talking about him? His thoughts went to the group of ladies who’d spoken to him the day before. Now there definitely was the possibility that they had mentioned them.

      He realized that Miss Atwood was waiting to take his order. William cleared his throat before saying, “Good morning. I’d like a cup of coffee for myself and a slice of bread for the girls. Nothing too sweet.” William didn’t mention that the cookies he’d given them for breakfast already had them squirmier than two playful puppies. He looked down at his nieces.

      Rose was attempting to grab Ruby. Ruby pulled against his arm to get at the salt and pepper shakers on the table. It was all he could do to hold on to the two wiggling girls. He sighed.

      “Be right back with your order.”

      He nodded and tightened his grip on the children. His gaze followed Violet Atwood about the room. Her graying brown hair had been piled up onto the top of her head. Miss Atwood wore a brown day dress with a white apron that covered her ample stomach. William wasn’t sure about her age but was impressed with the way she zipped about the tables, refilling coffee cups and then hurrying back to the front of the bakery, where he could see her laying out slices of bread on a plate and pouring his cup of coffee.

      She seemed to be the only one working in the small establishment. Had Emily Jane already finished for the day? He’d hoped to see her this morning.

      Ruby knocked the salt over, and Rose kicked her feet with joy at the sight. The two girls giggled, bringing more attention from the other diners. William righted the saltshaker and pushed a little farther away from the table.

      “I imagine those two keep you pretty busy.” Violet set the plate of bread and coffee on the opposite side of the table out of Rose and Ruby’s reach. “I have just what you need to be able to eat and drink in comfort. Be right back.”

      William didn’t have time to comment as she whirled around and headed through a small side door that he’d assumed earlier led to the kitchen. Both Rose and Ruby were pulling against his arm to get to the plate of bread. He wished he had some form of harness to put on the little girls. William both dreaded and welcomed the day they’d be able to walk and sit in a chair on their own.

      The sound of wood bumping against wood drew his attention back to the side door. He could see Violet wrestling with something and then heard Emily Jane’s soft voice. “Here, let me help you with that, Violet.” Emily Jane came through the door and held it open for the older woman.

      “Oh, thank you, Emily Jane. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

      Emily Jane’s teasing laughter and words floated to him. “Learn to prop the door open before trying to force a high chair through it?”

      Violet giggled like a schoolgirl. “I suppose so. Now, get out of my way so that I can get this to our customers.”

      Emily Jane turned around. Her big green eyes settled on William and the little girls. He wondered if she’d be upset that he’d brought them to her place of work; after all, she’d seen quite a bit of them since they’d arrived.

      A smile brought the dimple in her cheek out of hiding as she followed Violet to their table. “Good morning, Mr. Barns.” Emily Jane reached for Rose, who at the moment was pulling on the tablecloth, inching the bread and coffee closer with each tug.

      He handed his niece over. “Good morning to you, too.” William turned his attention to the high chair. It stood about thirty-five inches tall with a dark varnish over red with stenciled white flowers on the wide headrest. “I wish I had brought one of those from Mary’s house. It sure would have made things easier at home.”

      Violet finished making sure it was secure and motioned for Emily Jane to place the little girl inside. “You can always stop by Levi Westland’s furniture store and see if he has any more available. He made this one special for the bakery.” She ran her hand over the pinewood.

      “That’s a splendid idea.” William grinned up at her. Rose banged her small hands against the wooden tray in front of her. Ruby tried to do the same to the table but William moved her to his other side, farther away from her target.

      “Emily Jane, are you going over to the general store on your way home today?” Violet asked as she placed a bit of bread into Rose’s hand. She handed the other half to Ruby.

      Emily Jane nodded. “Want me to pick up something for you?”

      While Ruby’s hands were full of bread, William reached