Marion Lennox - Adopted: Twins!

The third book in the Parents Wanted series, 2001

THE marital order in Bay Beach was thoroughly satisfactory for all concerned. Matt was marrying Charlotte. Erin, with her five unwanted children, was happily single.

Then the twins bomb exploded.

Matt McKay was one of Australias best known cattle breeders. He was also running late, but he wasnt so late that Charlotte would be annoyed. Hed been paying a visit to a friend in hospital. Now he was headed to Charlottes for dinner.

He was also headed for commitment.

Well, why not? Charlotte was beautiful, immaculately groomed and extremely pleasant company. She understood his farming needs. Acclaimed as the best hostess in the district, shed been loyal to Matt for almost twenty years.

Back in Bay Beach hospital, Matts friend, Nick Daniels, was recovering nicely from his appendix operation. Matt had left him comfortably settled, Nicks wife and children pandering to his every whim.

The visit had made Matt think. Life should include pandering, hed decided. Hed avoided it so far, but it was hard not to feel jealous of Nicks domestic bliss. Despite his lost appendix, Nick couldnt be more content.

Which was why Matt had detoured via the jewellers.

Something schmaltzy came onto the radio-something about love and snow-white hair and faithfulness forever. Matt glanced down at the velvet box tucked into his map compartment, and he pushed away the last of his qualms. Marriage to Charlotte

It had always seemed logical, and maybe thats why hed taken so long to get around to asking. Hed had a few flings in his youth, but Charlotte was always calmly waiting for him to return from what she teasingly called his nonsense. Ten years ago her possessiveness had driven him nuts. But now Maybe she was right. Maybe they were suited.

And he wouldnt mind a kid or two.

Nick was managing fatherhood beautifully, Matt decided, thinking of the family group hed left at the hospital. With two gorgeous kids and another on the way, Nick and Shanni were blissfully happy.

Could he and Charlotte be the same?

Would Charlotte even want children? Charlotte wasnt a baby sort of person, but if she could produce little Charlottes Children who were neat and practical and knew what was right

That might be a problem. He wouldnt mind a bit of spirit in any child he had. He grinned to himself, acknowledging that he hadnt been a childhood angel. In fact hed driven his mother to distraction.

But kids were a fifty-fifty gene split. Hed spent most of his childhood with his father, and if Charlotte thought she could breed children whod wipe their feet and read their story books quietly, then maybe he could persuade her to give parenthood a try.

They could be hers indoors and his outdoors-which would be a childhood just like his had been.

So

So tonight hed finally ask her to marry him, he decided, as he drove Charlotte-wards. After all, it was an excellent night.

Apart from a bomb waiting in the wings

And at Home Number Three of Bay Beach Orphanage, things were also excellent.

Erin Douglas, Home Mother, had all her charges in bed by eight, which was no mean feat.

The baby, Marigold, had gone out like a light, bless her. She was showing every sign that shed make her adoptive parents blissfully happy.

Five year old Tess and eight year old Michael, a brother and sister whod been placed in the Home while their mother was ill, had gone to sleep on cue. No problems there.

And-amazingly-the twins had gone meekly to bed when told. When shed checked ten minutes ago, they had their eyes closed and seemed out for the count.

This was truly amazing!

It was worth a glass of wine to celebrate, Erin decided. There werent too many nights in a house mothers life when all her charges went to sleep this early, and it never happened when she had the twins.

Her hand stilled on the refrigerator door, survival instincts surfacing. It was almost too good to be true, she thought, and her well-honed nose smelled a rat. She tiptoed to the twins bedroom yet again, and opened the door a crack.

But her instincts seemed wrong. They looked beautifully asleep.

How could she doubt them? she wondered as she gazed down at their intently sleeping countenances. How could anyone doubt them?

At seven years old, Henry and William were gorgeous. They had bright, curly, carrot-red hair, smatterings of freckles on their cute, snub noses, and a look on their faces that said they were the work of angels.

That look, Erin knew to her cost, was entirely misleading. There was a solid reason they were in care. Their mother couldnt control them, and by the time they were four, with no husband and seven other children to look after, shed abused them unmercifully and then simply abandoned them to foster care.

That hadnt worked either. Up until now, no foster parents could cope with their trouble-making, and after each effort to find them a home, back theyd come to the orphanage every time. If it could be organised, they were placed with Erin. Erin could usually control them, but even Erin found it tough.

She sighed. What would she do with them? They were holy terrors, but as she looked down at their sleeping faces her heart twisted with pain for the two little boys she was starting to love.

They shouldnt be in the orphanage. They were sharp as tacks-maybe clever enough to be categorised as intellectually gifted, Erin thought, remembering a few of the truly amazing spots of trouble theyd landed themselves into. As well as that, they were engaging and lovable, and they desperately needed a mother and a father to love them.

If only they werent intent on destroying the world!

Still, for now they were asleep and she was feeling as if a miracle had occurred! She took herself back to the kitchen, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up in bliss.

Heres to a miracle, she told herself, raising her wine glass in a toast to the evening. Heres to an excellent night.

Back in their bedroom, Henry and Williams plan was working like a dream.

Theyd strung thread from the kitchen door to the top of their bedroom door. Then theyd tied their stuffed toy, Tigger Tiger, to the thread, and theyd frayed it so itd break at the first movement of the kitchen door.

The plan was perfect. If Erin left the kitchen, the thread snapped and Tigger fell to the floor. Unless the thread tangled in Erins feet-which would have been really, really unlucky-shed never notice.

As Tigger landed, there was just enough time for the boys to shove what they were doing under the bed, grab Tigger, scramble under the bedcovers and flick off the light before Erin appeared to check.

So to Erin, all was beautifully, unnaturally normal, and they concentrated fiercely on looking asleep as she tiptoed over to them.

Goodnight, you rascals, shed whispered, and theyd both had to concentrate even harder not to giggle.

Then, with Erin gone, they picked up the end of the thread and retied Tigger in his warning position. And then they retrieved what was under the bed.

Brilliant! Absolutely excellent.

But the bomb wasnt meant to go off when it did.

The plan was for Henry to carry it outside in the toe of his slipper. It was scary to carry it in his bare fingers, and a slipper should hold it safe. Their bomb was a hand-taped ball stuffed with matches and fire-crackers, designed to go off when thumped on the ground. They knew how volatile it was, but they werent stupid.