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“What did you feed them for lunch?” Kaitland demanded.
She set Maddie down and gathered Bobby to her.
“Cookies,” Max quietly admitted. “And milk.”
“That’s all?” Kaitland’s eyes widened.
“They seemed to like it,” he added defensively.
Cradling a child in each arm, Kaitland shook her head. “It’s nap time. I need to put them down, and then we’ll talk about their schedule.”
“Their schedule? You make them sound like army recruits.”
“You really don’t know anything about babies, do you?”
Max ran a weary hand through his hair. “You know I don’t But I’ve sent for someone from the agency at the church. They’ve assured me that…” His eyes suddenly narrowed. “Which brings me back to my original question, Kaitland. What are you doing here?”
“Surprise,” Kaitland said brightly. “I’m the new nanny.”
CHERYL WOLVERTON
Growing up in a small military town in Oklahoma where she used to make up stories with her next-door neighbor, Cheryl says she’s always written, but never dreamed of having anything published. But after years of writing her own Sunday school material in the different churches where she’s taught young children, and wanting to see more happy endings, she decided to give it a try and found herself unable to stop.
Seeing so many people hurting, afraid to reach out and accept God’s forgiveness, inspired her to begin writing stories about God’s love and forgiveness in romances, because, she says, “We can’t truly have happily ever after, if we don’t have that happily-ever-after relationship with God, too.”
Cheryl now lives in a small Louisiana town and has been happily married for fifteen years. She has two wonderful children who think it’s cool to have a “writing mama.” Cheryl would love to hear from her readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 207, Slaughter, LA 70777.
A Father’s Love
Cheryl Wolverton
Trust in Him in all things. Pour out your heart before Him. God is our refuge.
—Psalms 62:8
The shrill cries woke him.
Multimillionaire bachelor Max Stevens rolled over in bed and listened.
It couldn’t be the television since his twin brother, Rand, and Rand’s new wife, Elizabeth, were on an extended honeymoon. Besides, the sound of the TV wouldn’t reach his suite of rooms.
None of the staff at the house he shared with his brother would dare turn on a TV while on duty. And gauging from the sky’s pale light it was probably about 6:00 a.m.
Cats, he decided. Despite the gardener’s attempts, strays had obviously gotten onto the grounds again and were fighting. Max pushed himself up in bed, the silk sheet sliding down his chest and pooling at his waist. It looked as if he would have to break up the fight himself since he could still hear the noise down on the patio.
Swinging his bare legs over the edge of the bed, his toes sank into the lush tan carpet. He slid his feet into slippers and grabbed his silk robe, shrugging it on over his paisley shorts. He doubted anyone was up yet. However, in a house this size, he could never be certain of not running into the staff. It