Twins for Christmas by Amanda Renee

Author:Amanda Renee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder needed to be slapped. It had been over a week since she’d last seen Noah in person. They video chatted every night, sometimes during the day, depending on their schedules, and Noah had even begun reading the girls their bedtime stories. The situation wasn’t perfect, but it worked.

She checked herself in the mirror one last time. Okay, for the twentieth time. It was late Friday evening and Noah said he’d arrive before midnight. He was supposed to arrive yesterday, but a storm in Oregon had shut down the airport for twelve hours. She’d checked his flight—twice. It had landed almost two hours ago. She’d expected him to call once he picked up his rental car, but he hadn’t. She’d received a one-line text message instead saying he was on the way.

Hannah checked on the girls before heading downstairs. They still slept in the same crib. She tried separating them every night, and after a few hours of temper tantrums, she gave up. She didn’t see the harm in them sleeping together, but they needed more room. They’d be twenty-two months old in a few days and Hannah felt it was time to transition them into bigger beds. Charlotte had already managed to climb out of the crib twice. Hannah had installed a baby gate at the top of the stairs when she first purchased the house. Even though the social worker said it had passed inspection, Hannah had gone ahead and replaced it with a much higher one the other day. She feared if the twins made it past the gate across the bedroom door, they’d scale the other and tumble down the stairs. Trying to keep up with their inquisitive minds kept Hannah awake most nights.

Headlights bounced off the far wall of the room. She looked out the window and saw a pickup truck pulling down the drive toward the house. Noah. She closed the door and quickly tiptoed downstairs, not wanting to wake the girls. They’d grown more accustomed to Noah every day through their video chats and had begun anticipating his next call. She ran out on the porch to greet him, barefoot in the chilly night air. He’d parked at the bottom of the stairs. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. I’m sorry I didn’t call. My battery was about to die and all I packed was my wall charger.” The outdoor sconces on both sides of the door bathed him in a radiant golden light. Noah slung his black duffel bag over his shoulder, exposing the fitted navy blue T-shirt beneath his vintage bomber jacket. His chest muscles flexed as he climbed the stairs. Thank God it wasn’t daytime, because if he’d been wearing aviators she’d be a puddle on the floor. The man was rugged to the core. A small cell phone screen did not do him justice. She wanted to pull a Charlotte and run her palms over his stubble, luxuriating in the feel of it against her bare hands.

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