Rancher's Twins: Mum Needed

‘Okay, princess?’ Gray gently eased his daughter back into bed.

Holly pulled up the covers and tucked her in. ‘Night, night.’

The little girl looked peaceful again, curled on her side, eyes closed, golden curls gleaming softly in the lamplight as she clutched her favourite fluffy koala.

Gray gave his daughter a kiss and his son a gentle shoulder thump.

‘‘Night, Dad.’

When Gray and Holly were safely down the hallway once more, Gray let out his breath with a whoosh.

‘My God,’ he said quietly. ‘That scared the living daylights out of me. I’d rather hear a crocodile growling at my elbow than my own daughter screaming.’

‘Anna’s screams are heart-rending,’ Holly agreed.

‘Has this been happening all along? Ever since Chelsea—?’

Holly nodded. ‘It was worse at first. She’s getting better. This is the first nightmare in a while.’

‘Maybe she’s had too much excitement for one day.’

‘Perhaps that’s it.’

Gray let out a heavy sigh. ‘I’m sure I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep.’ He ran stiff fingers through his thick dark hair. ‘It’s two o’clock in the afternoon where I come from. Would I disturb you too much if I made a cuppa?’

‘No, not at all. Go right ahead.’

‘If I make tea, would you like a cup?’

‘Tea?’ She laughed. ‘English tea?’

He shrugged. ‘English, American … I’m not fussy.’

‘I’m afraid I only have green tea or camomile.’

He pulled a face. ‘How about wine, then? I bought a couple of Australian reds in the duty-free.’

No, thank you.

Holly was sure she should get straight back to her room. Right now. She should not sit around in the middle of the night in her jammies having cosy chats and glasses of vino with her charges’ scarily handsome father.

‘I … I’d love a glass. I’ll … um … just grab a wrap.’

Okay, I’m a bird-brain, but I do have a good excuse, Holly consoled herself as she hurried away. Gray needed to talk about his children. He needed to debrief after the scare he’d had with Anna.

By the time she came back into the kitchen, safely covered by a tightly knotted kimono that ended well below her knees, Gray had, mercifully, pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and he was freeing the cork from a bottle.

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