Their Surprise Daddy. Ruth Logan Herne

only plan Cruz intended to make involved a checkbook and an escape route.

      “Our church is part of the ICM,” Steve told him.

      Cruz had no idea what that meant. He folded his arms over his chest because just the thought of Grace Haven made him feel defensive. The reality of being here magnified the emotion. “Which is what?”

      “The International Children’s Ministry is a nationally certified group that maintains legal jurisdiction for foreign children in times of crisis. We have the power to place children in foster care by approved members of the church and/or the community, along with the laws of a given locality. Dual guardianship is required in all cases.”

      “So you are actually authorized to place these children into care in light of my mother’s health problems, despite the shaky legalities?”

      “I have the legal right, and the moral obligation that goes along with it,” Steve told him. He swept Cruz and the honey-haired young woman a troubled look. “I’m sure this was nothing either of you expected to be thrust into today, but if there’s one thing that can be said about life, it’s that things are guaranteed to change when you least expect it.”

      “Or when people fail to follow legal procedures with little regard to who’s affected.” The teacher directed a frank gaze to her uncle.

      “Rosa’s been ill...”

      The young woman held up a hand. “I understand that better than most, but the welfare of a child should always come first. And leaving these two precious little ones in legal limbo could mean a quick ticket back to Mexico, when a fairly simple process would have at least made them American citizens. Right now I’m wishing their mother or great-aunt had taken the steps to do the right thing.”

      Who did she think she was?

      A burr prickled beneath Cruz’s collar, because no matter how attractive this woman might be, she didn’t have the right to attack his family. Even when they were wrong. “You have a law degree, miss?”

      “Of course not.”

      “And you’ve spent exactly how much of your life being a Latina immigrant?”

      His attempt to make her feel bad backfired. “Not being an immigrant doesn’t make me the bad guy here. There are a lot of folks in the Finger Lakes area who have worked exclusively with the migrant and immigrant communities, and I happen to be one of them, so save your breath. I do have respect for the law, and as a lawyer, I’m a little surprised you take it so casually. But then, maybe things are different in the big city. Maybe breaking the laws for one’s personal convenience is more common in Manhattan. You would know that better than I, of course.”

      Touché.

      Steve grimaced. “While we can’t change what’s happened to put us in this predicament, we might be able to solve the problem, working together.”

      Working together was not going to happen. Cruz knew it, but he listened out of respect for a good man, while biting back the urge to look at his watch.

      “As I was saying,” Steve continued, facing his niece, “the kids know you. You’ve known them through your friendship with Rosa, and you’ve been Lily’s summertime teacher for two years, and Javier’s since last month. They trust you. They need you, even if the timing is less than perfect because I know you’ve been hard at work on your upcoming project. And while I hate messing up your plans, I really need you on board for this.”

      She stared up at him, then drew a deep breath, but before Cruz could shrug the whole thing off and get back in his car, the reverend nailed him with a firm look. “This doesn’t let you off the hook. I’m naming you as the second guardian, Cruz. It’s your family, after all. As an attorney it will be your job to make recommendations to the court about where the kids should go once all this is said and done. Your mother’s compromised health adds a complicating factor to an already convoluted legal situation.”

      “What?” He stepped back, hands up. What was Steve thinking? Didn’t their family history speak for itself? Raising children had never ranked high on the list and the children’s current situation highlighted that. “I have no vested interest in this, or anything else here. I am not taking on the care or guardianship of two children, and I actually have a job over five hours away. You need to find someone else to step in if you need two guardians to fulfill the obligation. Someone local.”

      “We don’t need a second person,” the young woman said smoothly. “I am totally capable of caring for Lily and Javier myself.”

      “The rules require dual caretakers,” the judge reminded them. “Steve and I are bound by that.”

      “When innocent children are caught in legal battles, someone has to put them first,” Steve added. “Hence the dual guardianship.” Steve turned to face Cruz more directly. “If you’re really too busy to stay and help out for a few weeks, my only recourse is to send the children out of the area to a place where the rules will be followed.” Steve held Cruz’s gaze. “Just so you know, if I do that, it will crush your mother.”

      So now he was suddenly supposed to care about his mother?

      Not gonna happen.

      He turned and faced the young woman. “You don’t have a husband or significant other that can sign on for the duration? Because one of us has a job to do.”

      She held his gaze for long, slow beats, then shifted her attention to her uncle. “We live in one of the best little towns in America.” There was no stopping the guilt that crept up his spine as she went on. “I expect we’ve got at least one good person who will step up to the plate to oversee the children with me.”

      Dashing footsteps announced the children’s race down the long, tiled hall.

      “I win!” Javier fist-pumped the air as he slid into the room, jubilant when he spun to face his older sister.

      “You did!” Lily hugged the little guy as if she hadn’t deliberately slowed her pace to allow his victory. “Es muy bien, Javi!”

      Her voice. Her words. Her encouragement, so like her mother’s before her.

      Cruz glanced down. Big mistake, because Lily stared up at him, a miniature of the best friend he’d ever had.

      Cruz! Let’s climb to the hayloft! Let’s check the little goats, see if they’ve gotten loose! Let’s go bother Ninny for a snack!

      They’d grown up together, cousins by birth and friends by proximity, pestering every caretaker they ever had. Only Cruz’s father had married the rich American landowner and Elina’s mother...

      His heart grew tight, remembering.

      Elina’s mother hadn’t married anyone, ever. She’d had two kids out of wedlock, Elina and Juan. Juan had been killed in a drug sting on the border nearly fifteen years ago. Elina had gone back to Mexico and...

      He had no idea what happened to his old friend and cousin, because he’d never bothered to check up on her. Guilt mushroomed.

      He kept his gaze on the children, hands linked, and a voice sounded from somewhere inside him, a place he thought he’d lost a long time ago. “I’ll do it. I’ll stand guardian for them with the teacher.”

      He felt her eyes on him, and he was pretty sure he was about the last person on earth she’d pick to watch over these two children for however long the legal process took. But he was equally sure he had no choice in the matter because Elina had been more than his cousin. She’d been his friend when he truly needed one. It was way past time to return the favor.

      * * *

      Rory Gallagher’s life was one strike away from being called out at the plate by a series of bad pitches.

      The filing date for the elongated grant application to help fund her dream preschool for disadvantaged kids loomed in late August. The application process also stated that the school site would be upgraded