you will be, very soon. And I can’t wait to meet your children,” Evelyn said happily. She opened the Jeep’s door. “Aren’t you a darling?” She lifted Penny and held a hand out to Tadd. “And goodness, you’re so grown-up and handsome, young man.”
The genuine warmth and friendliness in her voice broke through Tadd’s usual reserve and he puffed with pride. “I’m eight.”
“That old? But you still like peanut butter cookies, right?”
Tadd nodded quickly.
“Oh, good. Because I have a whole plateful inside, along with a big pot of cocoa. I’ve always wanted a couple of grandchildren to spoil. Now I get my chance.”
Jodie watched bemused as Evelyn Carney disappeared into the house with Penny and Tadd. A warm hand at the small of her back made her jump.
“Mom does that,” Donovan murmured. His eyes, so much like his mother’s, were filled with affection. “I told you she loves kids.”
“Yes. She’s wonderful.” Jodie caught her lower lip between her teeth and dealt with a nagging stab of guilt. Evelyn had greeted her affectionately, but what would she think if she knew her much-anticipated daughter-in-law was already having doubts whether a marriage would take place?
Not that anything was decided. She couldn’t decide anything until Cole had finished his climb and she met him. But the climbing? She’d never feel comfortable about something so dangerous. On the other hand, maybe things could work out if Cole honestly intended to give it up.
“Cole said this would be his last chance to climb McKinley?” she asked, needing some kind of reassurance.
Donovan dropped his hand. “I got the impression he didn’t think it was a proper hobby for a married man,” he said carefully.
“It isn’t.” Without intending it, the words came out harsh, almost angry. Closing her eyes for an instant, Jodie took several deep breaths.
She wished she could explain she wasn’t angry with Cole, she was angry with herself. She’d married a man who cared more about going supersonic in his jets than being a family man. As a result, her children didn’t have their father, and that was the hardest part about losing Mark.
“Well,” she said finally, “I’d better go inside and make sure your mother doesn’t spoil Tadd and Penny too much. They aren’t used to doting grandparent types.”
“If you think my mom is bad, just wait until Shamus gets home.”
“Oh?” Jodie lifted her eyebrows as they climbed the steps to the porch.
“Yup. Shamus never had kids of his own, so he’s just as eager for grandkids as Mom.”
“You sound fond of him.”
Donovan paused. He’d never thought of it that way. Shamus Carney had always been somebody his mother cared about, someone who made her happy after years of being alone. “He’s all right.”
Jodie shook her head and stepped through the door he was holding for her. “Would it kill you to admit you like him?”
“Of course I like him.”
She shook her head again. Men had trouble expressing their feelings—at least the men she’d grown up with. It didn’t surprise her to discover Donovan had the same trouble.
Inside, Evelyn looked up with a pleased smile. “Donovan, give Jodie a tour of the house. I want you to feel right at home, Jodie. Shamus and I couldn’t be happier to have you.”
“Thank you.”
“See? Didn’t I tell you?” Donovan whispered as they left the kitchen. “Mom lives for company.”
The interior of the house was just as warm and welcoming as Evelyn herself. A number of bedrooms were in the back and on a second floor, but the front half was a large, unbroken space of wood and light, with high windows that encompassed the valley and mountains beyond. Colorful braided rugs were scattered on the polished oak floor, and native art accented the walls.
“That’s a Tlingit mask, right?” she asked, gazing at a rather fierce woodcarving over the couch.
Donovan blinked. Not only had Jodie correctly identified the cultural artisan, she’d used the proper pronunciation. “I guess you did live in Alaska.”
“You didn’t believe me?” Her hand trailed across the pattern of a Chilkat blanket hanging on another wall. She turned and looked at him with an odd intensity in her slender body. “Did you ever feel there was a place that waited for you, a place where your soul belonged, even when you were thousands of miles away? A place where the north winds call your name.”
The last was said so softly, Donovan barely heard, yet his scalp tightened in primitive response. It was as if she’d reached inside and opened a part of him he didn’t know existed. He’d traveled, sometimes for pleasure, sometimes for business, but Alaska was in his blood. It was, indeed, as though the north winds called his name.
“Never mind.” Jodie looked flustered. “I get carried away. Too poetic—at least that’s what my father used to say.”
“I don’t agree,” Donovan said simply. “Not everyone hears Alaska calling. I’m glad you do.”
Her smile took his breath away. “Even if I don’t marry Cole, I’m glad we came.”
Alarm and his growing sense of guilt drove other thoughts from Donovan’s head. “Even if you don’t marry Cole? You’ve changed your mind?”
Jodie shrugged. “You have to admit this isn’t the most promising beginning.”
“It’s just a…a…” Donovan thought furiously, trying to think of something that would keep Jodie from dumping his brother before she’d ever met him. Even if he didn’t agree with this marriage, he didn’t want to ruin things for Cole.
“It’s a what?”
“It’s just a temporary condition,” he muttered finally. “Maybe it’s even good. You can see Fairbanks and get acquainted with the family without any distractions.” Even as the words left his mouth, he silently groaned.
Jodie laughed. “Right. Every marriage should begin without the distraction of a groom.”
“Okay, you got me. You now know the Masters family secret—we have incurable foot-in-mouth disease. Mom?” he called. “Come rescue your son.”
Come rescue both your sons.
Evelyn had been ecstatic that Cole was considering marriage. And when Donovan had called from his cell phone to let her know about the children, she’d gotten more excited than ever. It didn’t matter that it was a mail-order marriage—she felt her sons were irresistible, and that any woman alive would fall in love with them.
His mother came out of the kitchen, smiling. “Is Donovan being difficult?” she asked Jodie. “You have to forgive him. He means well.”
“He’s relatively
