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O nce out of the city limits, Noah pressed down on the accelerator. He should have realized Rusty and Lindsay would try something like running away. He’d done his share of that while in foster homes and would have while living with his father if it hadn’t been for his kid sister. He couldn’t leave her there alone with their dad, and there wasn’t any way he would have risked taking her out on the streets.

A picture of the last time he’d seen Whitney, crying, waving goodbye, popped into his mind. He gritted his teeth.

Where are you? Why can’t I find you? The last report from the private investigator he’d hired to search for Whitney hadn’t been promising. The man only had a couple of more leads to follow before he would call it quits.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, Noah had to look twice to realize two kids had darted behind some bushes alongside the highway. He saw a glimpse of pink among the foliage. He hoped it was Lindsay and Rusty.

He parked a few yards from the large shrubbery and climbed from his Corvette. A squeak erupted from behind the bush, then a redheaded boy, dragging a little girl with blond hair, dashed out and ran in the opposite direction. Not again!

“Stop, Rusty and Lindsay!”

They kept going. Noah took after them, his long legs chewing up the distance between them.

When he was a few feet from them, he noticed Rusty glancing across the highway. “Don’t do anything dangerous, Rusty.”

At that moment a pickup came over a rise and whizzed by them. The boy slowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. When he stopped, he bent over and pulled air into his lungs.

Lindsay did likewise, tears streaking down her face. “My side hurts.” She held it and plopped down on the gravel shoulder.

Another vehicle sped past them. Noah picked up Lindsay and moved her back from the road. Rusty collapsed next to his sister, looking daggers at Noah. He ignored them and sat on the other side of Lindsay, propping himself up on his elbows.

Noah waited until their breathing returned to normal, then asked, “Where were you all going?”

Rusty stuck his lower lip out. “Home. I’m sure Dad will be home by now.”

“He’s not coming home. Adam told me he’d left for good.”

“No! Daddy wouldn’t do that!” Lindsay began crying.

Noah looked at the little girl, not sure what to do. He’d always thought the truth was the best way to go, but listening to the child’s sobs tore his heart. He started to reach for Lindsay to comfort her when Rusty shoved his hand away.

“See what you did! You upset my sister!” The boy wrapped his arm around Lindsay and brought her to him.

Okay, he’d always known he wasn’t good with small children. Teenagers worked for him so he could deal with them, but this was way out of the realm of his expertise. What should he do?

Call Cara. She would know. He remembered how she had managed to calm them yesterday on a number of occasions. She was a natural. He dug his cell out of his pocket and called Peter’s house. When no one answered, he tried Jacob’s. Hannah answered on the third ring.

“Is Cara there?” Noah slid a glance toward the two beside him. He wouldn’t put it past them to try escaping again.

When Cara came on the phone, Noah sighed. “I’m sitting here with Rusty and Lindsay on the side of the highway about five minutes away from the farm. Can you pick them up? I don’t have room in my car.”

“Sure. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Noah snapped his cell closed, then suddenly wondered why he hadn’t just asked Hannah to come get the kids. Why had he asked Cara? She had a history with them. That was it! Certainly not because he wanted to see her.

“We’ll run away again. We ain’t going back there. We’re going home.” Rusty’s angry words cut into Noah’s rationalization.

Noah knew the next and last time they would go to that house was to pick up their belongings. It should be torn down or at the very least declared a disaster zone.

Lindsay jerked her head up, wet tracks on her thin cheeks. “Molly! She’s alone at the house.”

The puppy. He’d forgotten about her. “The farm will be a great place for her to live. There are a lot of animals and a lot of children to love them.”

Terror widened the little girl’s eyes. “She’s mine! I love her!”

He was batting zero. “I promise I will go get her and bring her to see you.”

Lindsay’s had a determined expression. “To keep.”

Again Noah kept his mouth shut. Thankfully he usually learned pretty quickly.

“Adam gave her to me.” The little girl’s eyes drilled into him.

Noah shifted under the children’s glares. Although it was in the fifties, sweat broke out on his forehead. At that moment the sound of a car pulling up sent such a bolt of relief through him he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He jumped up, dusting off his khaki pants, and swung around. Cara hurried toward them.

“Are you guys all right?” She directed the question at the children, kneeling down in front of them.

Lindsay stabbed a finger toward Noah. “ He says we can’t go home, that Daddy is gone for good. He won’t let me have Molly, either.” Tears glistened in the little girl’s blue eyes.

He felt like a heel, and he really hadn’t done anything wrong. Is this how having children makes a person feel? No wonder he didn’t want to have anything to do with having a family.

Cara brushed the child’s blond hair behind her ears. “I was coming over to take you to see Adam like I promised.”

“We got tired of waiting for you.” Rusty’s pout returned in full force.

“It’s only eight-thirty.”

“We’ve been up for hours, dressed and ready to go.” The boy gnawed on the end of his thumb.

“Did you get any sleep?” Cara peered from Lindsay to Rusty, such kindness in her eyes that Noah wished she would look at him like that.

No! Strike that! I have no business thinking that.

Rusty’s mutinous expression spoke volumes—that and the weary look in his eyes. Obviously they hadn’t slept at all. He could certainly have used a few more hours himself. After returning home last night, he’d been so keyed up that it had taken him several hours finally to fall asleep.

Cara rose. “Let’s go see Adam. I’m sure he will be feeling a lot better this morning and will want to see you two.”

Lindsay leaped to her feet and took Cara’s hand. Rusty stood reluctantly. He trudged behind Cara and Lindsay as they headed for her Chevy.

After the children were secured in the car, Cara turned toward Noah and smiled. “Are you coming with us?”

He was ninety percent sure he heard Rusty mutter no, but he took it as a challenge. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do if he put his mind to it. “Yes. I’ll follow you to the hospital.”

“See you there.” Cara slipped behind the steering wheel and pulled out onto the highway.

Now why had he done that? He was committed to going to the hospital with two—no, make that three—children who weren’t too happy with him right at the moment.