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the twins’ necks, then seat herself in the chair facing them.
    â€œI’m driving down to Bear Creek for supplies. I could take the trailer back for you,” Hank offered, holding Ginny’s chair. He sat next to her. “By the way, do you think you could spare Ginny for a few hours this afternoon? I’d like to show her around town.”
    â€œI really should help Cassie,” Ginny said. “She’ll need me to watch the babies while she finishes the living room.”
    As distracted as he was by Cassie and her killer dimples, even Logan could detect the lack of enthusiasm in Ginny’s voice.
    He watched Cassie spoon lumpy-looking orange stuff into one twin’s mouth, while she held a bottle for the other. No wonder the babies were slapping their trays. He would, too, if he had to eat that unappealing stuff.
    â€œDon’t be silly,” Cassie said. “The girls will take a long nap after lunch. That should give me plenty of time to deal with the rest of the cobwebs and dust bunnies. If you have time when we get back, we’ll buff the floors and polish the woodwork. If not, we’ll tackle it tomorrow.”
    â€œGreat,” Ginny said happily. She smiled at Hank. “We won’t be gone long.”
    Logan silently listened to the exchange. He wasn’t at all happy about being left alone with Cassie. Even if Hank and Ginny didn’t kill any more time in Bear Creek than it took to return the trailer and pick up some fencing supplies, it would be at least two and a half to three hours before they got back. And knowing the way Hank liked to visit with the guys down at the feed store, it could take even longer.
    Hopefully, he could talk Cassie into taking her babies and going with Hank and Ginny. “Is there anything you need from town?” he asked. “Maybe you should go with them.”
    Cassie shook her head. “I have everything I’ll need for a while.”
    â€œYou’d better give it plenty of thought,” Logan warned, taking a bite of the most bland beef stew he’d ever tasted. Somebody needed to teach the widow how to use the salt and pepper shakers. He took a drink of iced tea to wash the pasty stuff down before adding, “This isn’t like St. Louis. We don’t have a convenience store just down the block.”
    â€œI’m well aware that the last Wal-Mart we passed is over seventy-five miles from here,” she said calmly.
    He pointed at the babies. “What if you need something for those two? The closest store is the Rancher’s Emporium and it’s still a good forty miles away.”
    She stopped feeding the twins to glare at him. “I know how far it is between here and Bear Creek. And my daughters’ names are Chelsea and Kelsie.”
    Logan couldn’t stop his amused smile. “It sounds like you’re reciting poetry.”
    â€œRound two, coming up,” Hank said, shoving away from the table. “Ginny, I think that’s our cue to mosey on out of here and let these two see if they can’t work out some kind of a peace treaty.”
    Ginny looked uncertain. “Cassie?”
    â€œHave a good time,” Cassie said, her gaze never leaving Logan’s.
    â€œI’ll be back in time to help with dinner,” Ginny assured her, then hurried after Hank.
    When the door closed behind them, Cassie left her place at the table to retrieve a washcloth. “So you don’t like my daughters’ names?”
    â€œI can’t say that I do or don’t.” Logan swallowed the last bite of his stew before adding, “I just think it’s rather unusual the way they rhyme. That’s all.”
    â€œA lot of people have twins with similar-sounding names.” Cassie smiled. “I have one cousin who named her twin boys Shane and Sean, and another who named her fraternal twins Stephen and Stephanie.”
    â€œTwins run in your family?”
    She nodded.