donât.â
Patting Rachel on the back, Gwen said, âListen, this is all you need to know tonight. And by the way, thereâs nothing but cotton diapers, no disposables, in the nursery. You okay with that, too?â
Rachel grinned. âNo problem. My Indian family was the same way.â
Gwen rubbed her hands. âYou and I are going to get along just fine! Go get your bath and hit the hay. Iâll pour some goatâs milk in three bottles and put them in the fridge. That way, when Jenny wakes up hungry in an hour or two, you can stumble out here and get it ready for her.â
âSounds good,â Rachel said. She walked over to Ray Garner. âMr. Garner, Iâll say good-night fornow. It was nice meeting you.â She held out her hand to him.
Ray nodded, gave her a tired smile and shook her hand. âItâs nice meeting you too, Ms. Carson. I donât know what weâd do without your coming like a rescuing angel into our lives right now.â
âIâm not an angel by anyoneâs definition, Mr. Garner,â Rachel protested. Not after the awful mistakes sheâd made.
Ray Garner gave her a kind yet appraising look. Cade was also watching her, making her even more self-conscious. In the middle of so much upheaval, she hated to admit how attracted she was to him. She tried to ignore the feeling and managed a smile. âCade, Iâm going to get a bath and Gwen wants me to stay in the guest room next to Jennyâs nursery. You okay with that?â
âThatâs fine,â he said. âItâs a better idea under the circumstances. I appreciate you doing this. Mom said that in about a week, she can transfer you over to your cabin. You donât have to stay here forever. Once I get legalities out of the way, I can start taking care of Jenny at night when I donât have duty.â
âWeâll sort this all out as we go along. Good nightâ¦.â
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C ADE SAT ON THE EDGE of the bed. Heâd just taken a tension-releasing hot shower. As he dried his hair with the white terry-cloth towel, he listened to thequiet of the house. With Jenny and Rachel nearby, the ranch home felt different. He tried to figure out why, but couldnât.
Reeling from exhaustion, he noticed it was nearly 2:00 a.m. Heâd made the call to Lilyâs adoptive family earlier, which had left him feeling worse. He padded into the bathroom, hung up the towel and turned off the light. Slats of moonlight filtered into the huge master bedroom through the venetian blinds.
After climbing into bed, Cade pulled up a quilt that had been made by his mother as a wedding gift to Abby and him. His hearing automatically keyed to the partly opened door to the nursery. When Abby had become pregnant, Cade had cut a door into the nursery from their bedroom. Closing his eyes once he punched the pillow into place, Cade remembered the many nights that they would take turns getting up to care for Susannah when she cried out in hunger. Sleep deprivation had been a way of life, but heâd never minded that.
It was happening all over again, and now Cade felt groggy as the nightâs events deluged him. What luck to find Rachel. His father had been right: she was an angel in disguise, regardless of how she saw herself. A sigh tore from his lips as he buried his head more into his pillow. It was Christmas morning. What kind of gift had just dropped into his life? Emotions churned through Cade, bringing up the past, the remnants of grief he still felt on some nights in the quiethome. Now, his house was a home once again with a beautiful young stranger and Lilyâs baby. What kind of strange, twisted fate was this? Cade couldnât stop the onslaught of his grief over Lilyâs death. Jenny would never know her mother. And suddenly, he was a father without a wife. He had legally sworn to take care of Jenny. Cade wasnât sure what these Christmas gifts meant. In minutes,