The Bride’s Matchmaking Triplets. Regina Scott

the baby in the opposite direction, and Eli headed toward Theo, who looked a bit alarmed.

      With a cry of triumph, Jasper seized a black beetle and brought it toward his mouth. Elizabeth snatched it away. The baby pouted a moment, then set off hunting once more.

      “Maybe a picnic wasn’t such a good idea,” Brandon ventured, tugging Eli off Theo, who promptly snuggled up against Elizabeth.

      “It would have been the same at the boardinghouse,” Elizabeth reminded him, leaning over to detour Eli from a patch of daisies that didn’t deserve his tough love. “They’re at the age when they want to move, to try everything. I hope your plans for the children’s home take that into account.”

      “I’ll see what I can do.” He popped a piece of ham into his mouth with one hand while tugging Jasper back onto the quilt with the other. “The Lone Star Cowboy League agreed to fund the endeavor, so I’ll be starting work on the project tomorrow.”

      Elizabeth smiled at him. “Oh, Brandon, that’s wonderful. Congratulations.”

      He shrugged, gaze on the baby attempting to scale his long legs. “The triplets convinced them more than any words from me.”

      She liked how he didn’t take too much credit for the feat. “What’s the first step?” she asked, rubbing a hand on Theo’s back. He lay his dark head against her skirts and breathed out a happy sigh.

      Brandon picked up Jasper and settled him across one knee, jiggling it up and down as if the boy was riding a horse. Jasper crowed with delight. “David McKay and I are going to plan out each step so we know exactly what should be done, when and by whom.”

      “I’d be happy to help,” Elizabeth offered. “After being a governess and now a nanny, I’m beginning to have a good idea of the situation needed to raise children in groups.”

      Brandon leaned back, letting Jasper splay out on his belly. “Oh? What would you suggest?”

      “Easy line of sight.” When he raised a brow, she hurried on. “Think about it. Particularly with the triplets, would you want walls and corridors to separate you while you’re doing your chores? The person running the children’s home will still need to cook and clean and wash, you know, all while watching over the children.”

      He nodded, capable hands holding the baby. “That makes sense. We may have to knock out a few walls or add others to make that happen. What else?”

      “Fireplace screens,” she told him. “Ones strong enough to keep a toddler from tumbling into the flames.”

      Brandon winced. Jasper, watching him, furrowed his brows.

      “And really,” Elizabeth couldn’t help putting in, “you must give the children at least a few toys to play with. I’m sure they will have chores and schoolwork, but every child needs time to just dawdle.”

      “Dawdle.” His voice was thoughtful. He peered closer at Jasper. “What do you think, little man? Do you like to dawdle?”

      In answer, Jasper bounced up and down in his grip, ready to ride again.

      Somewhere near at hand, a door slammed, and a woman’s voice echoed across the grass, hard and angry.

      “I don’t care what Pastor Stillwater says. Tug Coleman is a low-down, hard-hearted old codger, and I won’t help him one more moment.”

      Brandon sighed, a significantly less happy sound than the one Theo had made, then set Jasper back from him and rose. “Excuse me a moment.” In three strides, he was around the corner of the parsonage.

      Elizabeth shook her head. So this was the life of a small-town minister—settling disputes, moving civic projects forward. Somehow she doubted he’d learned such skills at Harvard. Ministers there had been lofty-minded individuals, bent on the contemplation of scriptures and their learned interpretation. When did Brandon even have time to plan his sermon?

      Just as they had the last time she’d been on the lawn, the bushes at the end of the grass rustled, and all three babies paused in their crawling to watch. So did Elizabeth. She’d been relieved to find Little Horn remarkably civilized after the stories she’d read about the Texas frontier. But the church was at the end of the street, and all around it grasses waved toward the hills and stony outcroppings in the distance. Had some animal crept closer, lured in by the thought of making the babies its next meal? She reached out and gathered Jasper and Eli closer to Theo.

      “Who’s there?” she demanded. “If you’re here for trouble, go on, scat!”

      The bushes rustled again, with more conviction this time, and Elizabeth was certain she caught sight of blue jeans and a pair of wide brown eyes. They had a visitor, and a shy one at that.

      She softened. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. Are you here to see the triplets?” She held out one hand. “Come on, then. We’d be happy to meet you.”

      As if emboldened by her speech, a boy of around four or five squeezed past the greenery, followed by an older girl. Both had brown hair, the girl’s close to her face, the boy’s curling down over his forehead. The shape of their thin faces said they were siblings. Jasper, Theo and Eli immediately wiggled as if determined to get closer to the newcomers.