The Twin Bargain
A mutually beneficial temporary arrangement...
But can they keep it strictly professional?
Nursing student Amber Fleming couldn’t be more stunned when ex-marine Ethan Green makes an offer: he’ll babysit her twin girls if she cares for his injured grandmother. Amber knows it’s temporary. Ethan isn’t one for roots—or their hometown. But his steadfast caring has her wanting more than friendship. And with help from Amber’s mischievous twins, can they risk becoming a forever family?
LISA CARTER and her family make their home in North Carolina. In addition to her Love Inspired novels, she writes romantic suspense for Abingdon Press. When she isn’t writing, Lisa enjoys traveling to romantic locales, teaching writing workshops and researching her next exotic adventure. She has strong opinions on barbecue and ACC basketball. She loves to hear from readers. Connect with Lisa at lisacarterauthor.com.
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The Twin Bargain
Lisa Carter
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09755-0
THE TWIN BARGAIN
© 2019 Lisa Carter
Published in Great Britain 2019
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“I can’t ask you to take on the care of two very lively—”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering. It’s important that you finish school.”
“Be that as it may, you will have enough on your hands taking care of your grandmother. I don’t want anyone’s pity.” Amber’s cheeks pinked. “You have no idea how humiliating it is to always be on the receiving end of charity.”
Something tore in Ethan’s heart. Then inspiration struck. He leaned forward. “What if we were to make a mutually beneficial deal?”
She gave him a look. “You and your deals.”
“What if we could do each other a favor?”
Her forehead creased. “I don’t understand.”
“Grandma is going to need more care than I can provide. What if you helped her? In turn, I could watch the girls so you can finish school.”
“You’re proposing an exchange of services?”
“Exactly. No charity involved.”
She studied him for a long moment. “I guess there’s no harm in giving it a try.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Truelove, North Carolina—Where True Love Awaits, set in the breathtaking Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.
The course of true love doesn’t always run smooth, but never fear. The Truelove Matchmakers will make sure everyone finds their happily-ever-after.
Amber is afraid that she’s messed up so badly she will never find love again. Yet when she chooses forgiveness, she finds true freedom.
For Ethan, trust doesn’t come easily, either. Because he finds the courage to open his heart to Lucy and Stella, he and Amber find their happily-ever-after as a family.
No matter how tragic the past or present, God can take what is broken and make it into something beautiful. He delights in bringing beauty out of brokenness. For truly, God is the happily-ever-after for which we were made.
I hope you have enjoyed this journey with Amber, Ethan, Lucy and Stella. I would love to hear from you. Email me at lisa@lisacarterauthor.com or visit www.lisacarterauthor.com.
In His Love,
Lisa
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
—Romans 8:28
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
About the Author
Booklist
Title Page
Copyright
Note to Readers
Introduction
Dear Reader
Bible Verse
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Extract
About the Publisher
Chapter One
Ethan Green had feared this day coming, almost as long as he could remember.
The double glass doors whooshed shut behind him. An antiseptic smell assaulted his nostrils. On the intercom, someone paged a doctor. An orderly pushed a squeaky cart past Ethan.
Heart pounding, he headed straight for the information desk. “Can you give me the room number for ErmaJean Hicks, please?”
“I’ll be with you in a minute.” The volunteer answered the ringing phone. “Truelove Medical Center...” Ignoring him, the woman scrolled through the computer monitor.
He bit back his frustration. Beads of sweat peppered his forehead. A dozen scenarios, each one worse than the last, flashed through his brain. What had happened to Grandma Hicks?
A broken hip? A stroke? A heart attack?
Suppose she’d passed? Suppose he’d missed saying goodbye? Suppose he never got to tell her how much he—
“Ethan? Is that you?”
Amber Fleming’s blue eyes—the same blue as her hospital scrubs—widened and locked on to his. Something entirely painful zinged inside his chest.
Her hair the color of winter wheat, she remained as tall—or in her case as small—as he remembered. But other than her ponytail, the pesky tagalong he recalled from high school was long gone. A pink stethoscope draped around her neck, she looked very professional.
Ethan flushed. “You’re a nurse?”
She touched the photo ID badge clipped to her tunic. “Nursing student.” She tilted her head, setting the ponytail aquiver. “Matt didn’t tell you?”
Ethan tore his gaze from the silky blond hair brushing her shoulder. “No, he didn’t.”
He and Amber’s older brother had been best friends since they were kids. Ethan wondered what else Matt had failed to mention. His eyes cut to the bare finger of her left hand. No ring.
What was with him? This was Matt’s little sister. This was Amber.
He cleared his throat. “GeorgeAnne Allen left me a message this morning to drop everything and come to Truelove. She didn’t say what happened, only that my grandmother had been admitted to the hospital.”
“It must’ve taken you all day to get to the mountains from the coast.” Amber’s eyes darted to the volunteer, still on the phone. “I was headed to see Miss ErmaJean. Let me take you there.”
He swallowed. “Tell me the truth, Amber. Is Grandma dying?”
Amber laid her hand on his leather jacket. “She’s going to be fine, Ethan.” She led him through a pair of automatic doors. “Miss ErmaJean took a tumble at her house and broke her leg.”
Ethan followed Amber down the white-tiled corridor. “But she’s going to be okay?”
“Her leg has already been cast.” Amber pushed the elevator button. “But when she fell, she also hit her head. The doctor wants to keep her at the hospital for a few days as a precaution.”
The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside.
“I want to talk to her doctor.”
Amber glanced at her watch. “Unfortunately, he’s probably left for the day, but if you talk to the duty nurse, she can put you in touch with him. Same info I’ve already given you, though.”
He frowned. “Why were you informed about my grandmother’s condition and not me?”
Pressing the third-floor button, she pursed her lips. “He told me because I was here.”
He stiffened at her implied rebuke.
The elevator doors closed.
“I got here as soon as I could.”
Ascending, the elevator lurched.
She crossed her arms. “When was the last time you visited Truelove? It’s been ten years, right?”
He didn’t remember Amber being this bossy or pushy. “I was deployed.”
“But you’ve been out of the Marines for four months, Ethan.”
“Not visiting Truelove isn’t the same as not seeing Grandma. She’s visited me in Wilmington several times.” He jutted his jaw. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Where were you when Miss ErmaJean got the flu? When her identity was stolen? When—”
“I get it, Amber,” he growled. “Since I returned to North Carolina, I could’ve been around more, but I’ve been looking for work.”
Elevator dinging, the doors opened onto the third floor.
She stepped out. “But not looking where you have family and friends?”
He followed on her heels. “You know how I feel about this one-stoplight town. Grandma Hicks understands. Why didn’t she call me when the other stuff happened?”
“Because your grandmother doesn’t want to infringe on your life.” Amber glared. “She doesn’t want to relinquish her independence or be a burden.”
He scowled back. “Grandma Hicks isn’t a burden. She knows I’d do anything to help her.”
“Here’s your chance to prove it. Until she’s mobile again, she is in no shape to live alone.”
He wasn’t used to Amber being ticked with him. When they were younger, she’d sort of had a crush on him. He never acted on it because she was Matt’s little sister. Kind of an unspoken guy rule. That and he enjoyed breathing. Amber’s dad was overprotective.
“The doctor says she’ll need physical therapy. The cast probably won’t come off for six weeks.” Amber’s eyes narrowed. “No doubt, you’ll be long gone by then. But Miss ErmaJean has lots of friends who will look out for her.”
Amber’s low opinion of him stung.
“I’ll take care of my grandmother.” He squared his shoulders. “This incident settles it. I’m moving her to Wilmington.”
Amber’s eyes widened. “You can’t do that, Ethan.”
He drew himself up. “I can do that, Amber. And I’ll make sure she gets the best of care.”
Amber shook her head. “She’ll hate it. She’ll miss Miss GeorgeAnne and Miss IdaLee. Her house. Her church. The mountains.”
“You and those old women should mind your own business.” He cocked his head. “I’ll take care of Grandma.”
Hurt flashed through those sky-blue eyes of hers. Her lips trembled. And he felt about two inches tall.
She was only looking out for his grandmother. But she’d hit a nerve. He wasn’t his deadbeat dad. He’d never be him. Grandma Hicks had practically raised him by herself.
Amber stopped outside the second door on the right. “Here’s her room.”
He’d been harsh. Anger had always been his fallback, rather than fear.
“I’m sorry.” He scrubbed his face with his hand. “I didn’t mean to bark at you. Thanks for showing me the way to Grandma’s room.”
There were purple shadows under Amber’s eyes. She looked tired. And, at twenty-six, older than she should. Nursing school must be exhausting.
She bit her lip. “I was headed here, anyway.”
Ethan steeled himself for what he’d discover on the other side. But what he found wasn’t anything like what he expected.
His heart in his throat, he pushed through the door to find his rosy-cheeked grandmother lying propped against the pillows. And two little ash-blonde girls—twins?—standing on either side of the bed.
The sight of his pleasantly plump grandmother in the hospital bed caused his heart to swell with unexpected gladness. Apple round, his grandma was what he liked to think of as fluffy. Her salt-and-pepper hair was no whiter than when she’d visited him over the winter.
“Ethan?” Catching sight of him, Grandma Hicks’s face lifted. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you.”
Behind him, Amber slipped inside the room. “Lucy. Stella.” She held out her hand.
The little girl in lavender let go of the bedrail and ducked behind Amber. The one in pink maintained her hold on the steel bar and peered at Ethan.
“Grandma, are you all right?” He took her blue-veined hand. Her skin felt warm to the touch.
She squeezed his fingers. “GeorgeAnne shouldn’t have bothered you. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine.” An uncustomary emotion clogged his throat. “And you’re not a bother.”
“I’ll be right as rain, give or take a few weeks.” She patted his arm. “Can’t keep a good woman down for long.”
The little girl in pink came around the end of the bed, bypassing Amber. “Gigi got hurt.”
Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Gigi?”
His grandmother’s cheeks dimpled. “Closest I could get to Great-Gran.”
Ethan frowned. “Who do these children belong to, Grandma?”
“Me.”
His gaze flicked to Amber and then to the child beside him. His mouth opened and closed. The adorable little girl gave him a bright smile, and his breath caught. She was the spitting image of Amber at that age.
Sky-blue eyes. From the tip of her tiny nose and stalwart little chin, same as her mother. A mini-Amber.
Grandma Hicks reached through the railing and touched the child’s hand. “Lucy, this is my grandson, Ethan. The one I told you about.”
Out of the corner of her lashes, Lucy looked at him. “Hey, mister.”
Sunshine. Warmth. And a sense of well-being flooded over him.
“It—it’s Ethan.” He cleared his throat, glancing from his grandmother to this slender princess of a child. “Telling tales about me, Grandma?”
“Only the truth.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“The good things. The stuff you don’t like to think people know.”
He tried to wrap his mind around a grown-up Amber with children of her own. “Matt never told me you have daughters.”
“Like on the ark, they came in twos. This is Stella.” Amber stepped aside, giving him a clearer look at the child hunkered next to her mother. “Stella, this is Ethan, Uncle Matt’s best friend.”
Pert nose. Dimpled chin. Identical to her sister. Yet somehow not. A person entirely in her own right.
The notion of Amber being married left him with an unsettled feeling in his gut.
“You just missed Callie, Amber.” Grandma smiled. “I didn’t want her to miss the golden photography hour for her client’s engagement pictures so I sent her off. I knew you’d be here soon.”
“I was so relieved Callie was available to pick up the girls from school this afternoon. She texted me she’d dropped the girls off here. I came over as soon as I finished my shift at the diner. She said the twins were worried.” Amber sighed. “I know they feel so bad about what happened this morning.”
Ethan frowned. “The girls were there when Grandma fell?”
Grandma rested her palm on Lucy’s silken head. “Lucy and Stella were wonderful. They called 911, like their mommy taught them to do in an emergency.”
Ethan stared at his grandmother. “You’ve been babysitting Amber’s children?” His voice rose.
“We’re not babies.” The silent twin let go of her mother and folded her little arms across her chest. “We’re four years old.”
“Of course you’re not babies, Stella darling. You are my two most favorite big girls.” Grandma Hicks threw him a warning look. “They also managed to call their honorary aunt Callie. I’m so thankful she was able to get to my house, even before the ambulance arrived. You remember Callie, don’t you, Ethan?”
“Yeah,” he grunted. Callie’s family owned the Apple Valley orchard. Callie and Matt had dated in high school.
“She’s Maisie’s mommy,” Lucy said.
Callie Jackson had a kid, too? She’d been Amber’s best friend since they were children. A couple of years older, Ethan and Matt had spent a great deal of their growing-up years at either the orchard or the Fleming family white-water rafting business.
“The Jacksons still own the orchard, but she’s Callie McAbee now.” A smile tugged the corners of his grandmother’s lips. “And did the Double Name Club ever have a time getting her and Jake together. But all’s well that ends well.”
His thoughts on the Double Name Club—more notoriously known as the Truelove Matchmakers—were best left unvoiced. GeorgeAnne Allen. IdaLee Moore. ErmaJean Hicks.
The sixtysomething ladies were infamous for poking their powdered noses where they didn’t belong. They took the town motto—Truelove, Where True Love Awaits—a little too seriously.
Apparently, gentle, auburn-haired Callie Jackson had been their latest victim. He felt a surge of empathy for the unknown Jake McAbee. Fortunately for Ethan, he’d always been too much of a black sheep for the ladies to ever target him.
Then as if on cue, the uncontested leader of the matchmaker pack, Miss GeorgeAnne, poked her nose into the hospital room. “Reporting for duty.”
Amber bristled. Angular and bony, GeorgeAnne had that effect on people. “I think it best if I take the girls home myself, Miss GeorgeAnne.”
Married, divorced or spinster, the “Miss” was an honorary title of respect bestowed on any Southern lady who was your elder. No matter if the “Miss” was elderly or not.
“Nonsense. You needn’t miss your class.” The old woman’s glacier-blue eyes sparked over the twins. “I figure if nothing else, the girls and I can sort a bucket of bolts at the hardware store.”
Lucy’s eyes rounded.
Stella’s rosebud lips flattened. “No bolts, Miss G’Anne.”
Good for her. He felt a ridiculous, misplaced pride. Another Truelove rebel in the making. GeorgeAnne wasn’t exactly his definition of maternal. He felt bad for the girls.
Amber’s face tightened. “I should’ve never allowed you to talk me into this, Miss ErmaJean. The girls are my responsibility. Why did I ever think I could—”
“It’s been a trying day, but I won’t let you throw in the stethoscope over this little bump in the road.” Grandma waved her hand. “If you hurry, you can still get to class on time.”
Ethan rocked on his heels. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’d say your leg in a cast is more than a bump in the road, Grandma.”
His grandmother lifted her chin. “What’s going on here is that Amber’s come too far in her nursing studies to quit now.”
“Miss ErmaJean—”
“It’s settled.” Grandma Hicks shrugged. “At least for tonight. We’ll work out something. Don’t you worry, sweetheart.”
He grimaced. “Why can’t your husband take care of the girls, Amber?”
Lucy tugged at his jacket. “We don’t have a daddy, Efan.”
And the bottom fell out of his stomach.
GeorgeAnne pursed her thin lips. Grandma looked like she wanted to strangle him. Without meaning to, he’d put his foot in it.
The shock at seeing Ethan again was not dissimilar to the stinging jolt Amber had felt when once she overturned one of her father’s rafts into the freezing cold water of the river.
But the sensation was the same. Fighting her way to the surface, gasping for air. Her heart in overdrive. This couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be real.
Amber shook herself slightly, trying to clear her muddled thoughts. Ethan Green wasn’t an illusion. Standing beside Miss ErmaJean’s hospital bed, he was as real and solid as the granite rocks of the North Carolina mountains.
She tried not to gape at him. The broad shoulders, the well-muscled chest beneath the jacket, the six-pack waist that tapered to his jeans. This man she didn’t know—the man who’d fulfilled the youthful potential of the boy she’d once loved so impossibly. This man robbed her of coherent thought.
Amber wasn’t sure why her brother hadn’t told Ethan about the last five years of her life. When he and Matt left for basic training, she believed she’d never see Ethan again. His leave-taking had been so final. He’d been so exultant about finally gaining his freedom from the small-town life he hated.
Freedom. A concept she barely remembered. She tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. His gaze followed the motion of her hand. And something fluttered like the wings of a butterfly inside her rib cage.
Ethan’s gold-flecked hazel eyes were as intense as ever. She swallowed against the rush of feeling. What was wrong with her?
He’d surprised her, that’s all. She hadn’t expected to see him here. Not after so much time. No big deal.
Especially on a day like today when her plans to make a better life for her children were falling to pieces.