Sadie was amazed that Logan had picked up on Tyler’s love of reading after just meeting him. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help thinking how great it would be to find a man who wanted to be a father to her boys and would treat them better than the one they already had.
Logan glanced at the clock on the wall and rubbed his eyes. Five a.m. He pushed himself out of the rocking chair and stretched until the twinges and aches disappeared. He was only thirty-two and suspected he’d be in worse shape if he’d continued rodeoing all these years. At least the aches and pains would have been worth it. After his father had been struck and killed by a hit-and-run driver while changing a flat tire on the side of the road and his grandfather fell off the wagon, Logan had stashed away his rodeo gear and returned home to ride fence and feed cattle.
If Gunner didn’t waltz into the office by six, he’d lock the doors and take off. His brother had been keeping honeymoon hours since he and Lydia returned from Vegas. Married. Logan shook his head in disbelief that his baby brother—the family goof-off, the guy who’d boasted he’d never let a woman catch him—hadn’t only gotten married, but he was going to be a father.
Speaking of kids... Logan’s thoughts switched to the Stagecoach room and Sadie. The top of the blue-eyed blonde’s head barely reached his shoulder, but one glance at her curvy hips and full bosom and there was no mistaking she was a full-grown woman.
And a mother of twins.
The boys were a handful. Tommy reminded Logan of himself as a kid—always on the go. Tyler was more like the middle Hardell brother, Reid—quiet and watchful. No one ever knew what Reid was thinking, but he was always aware of what was going on around him.
Logan prepared a fresh pot of coffee in case any of the guests wanted a cup before hitting the road, and then he went into the small bathroom in the hallway and opened his dopp kit. After he erased his five-o’clock shadow with his electric shaver, he brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash. Back in the office, he stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise and it looked like someone had taken a giant brush and painted a swath of pink across the horizon.
C’mon, Gunner. Get out of bed.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw something race past the rooms outside. He opened the lobby door just in time to see the backside of a little person tearing around the corner of the motel.
Tommy.
What was the kid doing up this early in the morning? Logan left the office, glancing down the sidewalk to the Stagecoach room. From across the parking lot it looked as if the kid had left the door cracked open. Logan doubted Sadie even knew her son had escaped. When he walked behind the motel he found Tommy, his pajama bottoms still on backward, standing on the playground swing.
As soon as the boy realized he wasn’t alone, he shouted, “Uncle Logan, push me!”
Uncle Logan. The moniker squeezed his heart and not in a good way. Logan walked behind the swing. “Sit down and I’ll give you an underduck.”
The boy dropped to the seat. “What’s an underduck?”
“Hold on tight, and I’ll show you.” Logan pulled the swing back, then ran forward, pushing the seat up and over his head. Tommy squealed. “Do it again, Uncle Logan!”
He ignored the command and said, “You’re awake awful early this morning.”
No answer.
“Is your mother up?”
“I don’t know.”
He had a feeling Tommy’s standard response to most questions was I don’t know. “Are you hungry?”
“Mom said we could have doughnuts for breakfast ’cause we went to sleep fast.”
Logan expected Sadie to appear any moment, searching for her son. But five minutes had passed and she hadn’t made an appearance.
“I wanna stop, Uncle Logan.”
He stepped forward and caught the swing. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to the room.”
“I don’t want to go back to sleep.”
Logan hadn’t only noticed how pretty Sadie was last night when she’d checked her and the boys into the motel. He’d also noted the dark circles beneath her eyes. The drive from Wisconsin to Texas had exhausted her. “Tell you what,” he said. “You and I will go get the doughnuts.” And let your mother and brother catch up on sleep.
Logan took Tommy’s hand and returned to the office, where he wrote two sticky notes explaining that he and Tommy had gone down the road to the Valero to buy everyone breakfast. He stuck one note on Gunner and Lydia’s door and the other one, which had his cell phone number on it, against the inside of Sadie’s door before he quietly closed it all the way.
“What about my booster seat?” Tommy asked when Logan opened the door of his pickup. His gaze swung to the white minivan. The safety seats were locked inside.
“I think I have something that might work. Follow me.” He and Tommy went behind the desk and down the hallway to the storage closet. “I bought this for my brother and your aunt’s baby.” Logan pulled the tarp off a box. “This is the Cadillac of all car seats, kid.” Logan had spent a small fortune on the contraption that claimed to be a five-point-harness seat and later converted into a booster seat once a kid reached forty pounds. “How much do you weigh?” he asked.
Tommy shrugged, then pointed to the image on the box. “That’s a baby. I’m not a baby.”
“I think this will work for a short trip.” He opened the box and removed the seat, then detached the top portion meant for younger kids and infants. “Let’s see if I can figure out how to install the booster seat.”
It took several tries and a few swallowed cusswords before Logan had the contraption secured in the back seat and Tommy strapped in.
“You look like a trussed-up turkey.”
“I look like a baby.” The boy’s mouth turned down in a pout.
Logan ignored him and climbed behind the wheel. The Valero was ten miles down the road and Tommy talked the entire fifteen-minute drive. By the time he parked in front of the convenience mart, Logan’s ears were hurting. It wasn’t until they entered the store that he saw his sidekick was barefoot. “What happened to your shoes?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let me see your foot.”
Tommy grabbed a fistful of Logan’s jean and balanced on one leg while he lifted the other. The bottom of his foot was as black as the ink hospitals used on newborns to take their footprints.
“Can I have candy?” Tommy asked.
Logan didn’t know if Sadie allowed the boys to eat candy, so he played it safe. “No candy. You’ll get your sugar fix with the doughnuts.” They stopped at the pastry display next to the soda machine. “What kind do you like?”
“I like ’em all.”
“We’ll get a couple of each.” He filled two bags with a dozen and a half doughnuts, then grabbed four bottles of milk from the refrigerator and set their purchases on the checkout counter. “How’s it going, Elmer?” The elderly man had worked at the Valero for the past five years.
“Where’d you pick up your friend?” Elmer smiled at Tommy.
Tommy spoke first. “How much money did the tooth fairy give you?”
Elmer’s sagging jowls swallowed his chin. “What are you talkin’ about, kid?”
“The tooth fairy leaves a dollar under my pillow for