in with Ron, his lawyer. If not, well, she’d have to wait.
“What’s his name and number?” She pulled out a phone, then punched in the information he gave her. “And what time?” she asked, looking up.
“I’ll give you a call.” He wondered what Ron would have to say about the situation.
Nicole put the phone away, then reached into a side pocket of the briefcase she had taken the papers from.
She pulled out a business card and handed it to him.
He glanced down at the name embossed on the card.
Nicole Williams. Director, Williams Foundation. The information was followed by several numbers—home, office, fax, cell—and an email address and a website.
Very official and a bit intimidating.
“Director of the Williams Foundation?” he asked, flicking the card between his fingers.
“My adoptive parents started it.”
“Adoptive?”
“Brent and Norah Williams adopted me when I was eight,” Nicole said, her voice matter of fact. “My father started the nonprofit in memory of my adoptive mother.”
“Admirable.” He tucked the card in the back pocket of his worn jeans, hoping this wasn’t the pair with the hole in the pocket. “I’ll let you know what’s up.”
“Can I come tomorrow to see the boys?”
“Let’s wait to see what my lawyer says.”
Nicole squeezed the top of her briefcase, averting her eyes. “They’re my nephews too,” she said quietly. “My sister’s boys.”
“Boys she abandoned, that no one bothered to find.”
Nicole’s eyes grew hard. “They were taken away from her. The lack of communication is hardly my fault considering we found out about these boys only a few weeks ago.”
Kip was about to say something more when a truck turning onto the yard caught his attention. Isabelle.
His younger sister pulled up beside Nicole’s car, putting it between her and her brother. A strategic move he thought, fighting his anger and frustration with her.
“Hey, Nicole. How’d things go today?” Isabelle called out as she jumped out of the truck. “Had to get groceries,” she said to Kip holding up a solitary plastic bag as if to underline her defense.
“Dressed like that?” Kip asked, eyeing her bright red lipstick, snug T-shirt that sparkled in the sunlight and her too-tight blue jeans.
Isabelle’s face grew mutinous. “I didn’t think I had to stick around here. Especially since Nicole showed up.” She pulled another bag out of the truck and flounced up the walk to the house, her dark hair bouncing with every step.
Kip bit back whatever he wanted to say to his little sister, fully aware of his audience.
Too many things going on, he thought, fighting his frustration with his sister and this new, huge complication.
“I’m going now,” Nicole said, her voice quiet, well modulated. She gave him a tight smile, then pulled her briefcase off the trunk of the car. “I’ll wait to hear from you.”
Without a second glance, she got in, started the engine and roared away from him in a cloud of dust.
Kip pushed back his hat as he watched her leave, frustration clawing at him.
Please Lord, don’t let my family be broken up, he prayed. Don’t let her take my boys away from me.
And please don’t let me lose it with my sister.
He stepped into the house just as his mother wheeled herself into the kitchen. Her long, graying hair was brushed and neatly swept up into a ponytail, her brown eyes sparkled, and the smile on her face was a welcome respite from the resignation that had been his mother’s default expression since her surgery.
“Where did Nicole go?” his mother asked, sounding happier than she had in a while. “She seems like a lovely girl. I’m looking forward to having her around to help out.”
Kip glanced at the clean countertop and shining sink. When he first saw how clean the house was he couldn’t believe that businesslike woman had done all this. Now he knew she was simply trying to weasel her way into his mother’s good graces.
“Where’s Isabelle?”
“In her room.”
“When did she leave the ranch?”
Mary Cosgrove tapped her finger against her lips. “About one.”
Three hours to pick up one bag of groceries. He was so going to talk to his little sister. Leaving his mother alone with a stranger, even if she had come here because of an advertisement, was irresponsible.
Not only a stranger, a woman who had come to completely disrupt their lives.
“I’m so glad you decided to take on a housekeeper,” his mother continued, sounding hopeful. “She seems so capable and organized.”
Kip hated to burst her bubble. “I still think Isabelle should learn to pull her share of the housework.”
His mother sighed. “I know, and I agree, but it’s so much work to get her motivated and Nicole seems so capable.” Mary looked past Kip. “Where is Nicole now?”
“She left.” Kip blew out his breath and dropped into a chair across from her mother. “Truth is, she didn’t come for the housekeeping job. She came…” he hesitated, glancing up at his mother, who seemed more relaxed than she had in months. Scott’s death had been devastating for her. This new piece of information wouldn’t help. “Nicole, apparently, is Tricia’s sister.”
His mother frowned. “Tricia? Scott’s girlfriend?”
“Yep. The mother of the boys.”
Mary’s fingers fluttered over her heart, her eyes wide in a suddenly pale face. “What did she want?”
Kip wrapped his rough hands around his mother’s cold ones. “She claims she has a will granting her custody of Justin and Tristan.”
“But the boys’ mother…Tricia…” Mary squeezed her son’s hands. “Where is she?”
“She’s dead.” The words sounded harsh, even though he’d never met the woman. But she had been the mother of his nephews.
The nephews that Nicole claimed didn’t belong to Kip’s family. Kip’s heart turned over in his chest.
There was no way he was telling his mother that piece of information. He didn’t believe that fact for one minute anyhow. Scott had loved those boys. Doted on them.
Since Scott died, Kip had fought to keep this family together, but lately
