for him. “I’m so happy she could come.”
“So am I.”
“Do you know what you’ll do once she leaves?”
Ben looked down and fiddled with his cap. “I plan to find their nearest kin as soon as possible. I’m going to Abram Cooper’s this evening to see if he can help me locate their father. That’s partially why I stopped here first. I wanted to make sure you were getting along and see if you needed anything before I go to the Coopers’.” He chuckled. “It appears that you were in dire need, actually.”
“Unfortunately, I was.” She smiled, thankful he had come. “But I don’t believe I have any other needs right now. You’ve done more than enough.”
Ben stood and put his knitted cap back on. “I should go, but before I do, I’d like to reiterate my invitation.” He looked at her, his brown eyes so warm and friendly. “You’re welcome to come and study at my home whenever you’d like.”
The prospect of being in Ben’s snug home was appealing, especially with all the commotion at the Hubbards’. “I just might.”
“Good.” He glanced across the foyer, into the parlor. “Will you be okay?”
She stood. “I’ll go back to my room.”
“That’s probably for the best.” He pulled his mittens on and met her gaze. “Good night, Emmy.”
“Good night, Ben.”
He took his leave and Emmy stood in the dim dining room for a few moments, her thoughts full of Zeb and Levi, and their dashing guardian.
Ben knocked on the Coopers’ lean-to door, his hands cold and his thoughts swinging from Levi and Jeb to the image of Emmy being chased around that table in the Hubbards’ parlor.
Charlotte Cooper greeted Ben with a big smile, opening the door wider for him to enter. She held baby Louise in her arms, swaddled in a blanket. “Why’d you knock?”
“Is that Ben?” Abram asked as he entered the kitchen from the front room.
“It is,” Charlotte answered, closing the door behind Ben.
Abram paused on his way to the stove with his coffee mug in hand, a frown tucked between his brows. “Why’d you knock?”
Ben grinned at his friends, who were more like family. “I thought it the civilized thing to do.”
Charlotte’s brown eyes filled with mirth as she tried taking his coat with her free hand.
“I’ve got it.” Ben slipped it off and hung it on the peg near the door.
“I remember the first time we met,” Charlotte said with a shake of her head. “You came right on in—”
“And scared you half to death,” Ben finished, thinking of that long-ago day when he’d walked into the cabin and learned that Abram’s first wife, Susanne, had died and Charlotte had come to help raise Abram and Susanne’s three boys. Back then, he’d dressed more like his mother’s people and Charlotte had feared that he was there to do her harm.
“I thought Charlotte would be so frightened from the incident, she’d be on her way back to Iowa when I got home.” Abram laughed as he took another mug off the cupboard and didn’t even ask Ben before filling it for him.
“Come in.” Charlotte gently nudged Ben out of the lean-to and into the warmth of her kitchen—but she paused. “Where are Levi and Zeb?”
“Mrs. Carver is with them.”
Charlotte placed her free hand over her heart. “Oh, good. I’m happy that worked out for you.”
“I actually came to talk to you about the twins.” Ben took the steaming mug of coffee from Abram. “I need some help.”
“Let’s go into the front room,” Abram suggested. “It’s almost bedtime for the children, but they’ll be happy to see you first.”
Ben loved Abram and Charlotte’s children. In all the ways that mattered, they were like his nieces and nephews.
The adults pushed through the door and entered the front room. The oldest boy, Robert, was eight and had been deaf for almost four years. He sat with his half-sister Patricia, who was only two years old, pointing to pictures in a book and making the signs for them. Martin, at the age of six, was playing jacks on the floor with George, who would soon be four. Miss Louise had been a welcome addition to the growing family, and Ben marveled that Charlotte and Abram made parenting look so effortless.
In just two days, with two little boys who barely made a sound, Ben felt overwhelmed at the idea of parenting. Having Mrs. Carver to rely on had already made a big difference, but she couldn’t stay with him forever. He needed to find the boys’ father before Christmas. If he didn’t, he would be raising them by himself.
Ben played with the children for a few minutes, and then Charlotte handed the baby to Abram before taking the children up to bed.
“Good night,” the children called out to Ben.
Ben said good-night and signed to Robert.
“It’s amazing how quiet it gets when they all go to bed,” Abram commented as he looked down at his sleeping daughter. He glanced up at Ben. “Don’t tell the children, but it’s my favorite time of day, when I get Charlotte all to myself.” He chuckled and began to rock as he looked back at Louise. “Well, almost all to myself. This one stays close to her mama most of the day.”
Ben tried not to envy the happiness of his friends. There had been a time when Ben had been in love with Charlotte and he’d proposed, but the whole time he knew in his heart that she was in love with Abram. He’d stepped back when he knew he should, and he’d been truly happy to perform their marriage ceremony.
Two years later, he’d fallen for a young lady named Elizabeth, but she was in love with Ben’s friend, Jude. Ben had performed their marriage ceremony, as well, leaving Ben to wonder if his time would ever come. With so few prospects, and so many competitors, it didn’t seem likely.
On its own accord, his mind turned back to Emmy—but he pushed thoughts of her aside as best he could, knowing she had no interest in marriage. Even if she did, there would probably be someone else she’d take a liking to.
“What’d you have in mind to discuss?” Abram asked as he studied Ben.
“I’d like help locating Levi and Zeb’s next of kin. I thought if I spread the word, maybe someone would have heard of them. Their father’s name is Malachi Trask.”
“Trask.” Abram continued to rock as he looked toward the floor, deep in thought. “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.” He glanced up at Ben. “Would you like me to ask around?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. At least it’s a start. I’m hoping to go to St. Paul soon and see if I can find any leads
