A Father for Her Triplets: Her Pregnancy Surprise Read Online Free Page B

would be kind to her and her kids. And expect nothing, want nothing, in return.
    And hopefully, he’d get his inner nice guy back.
    When he returned to Missy’s backyard in a clean T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, she had the veggies on the table and was pulling the chicken off the grill.
    “Grab a paper plate and help yourself.”
    He glanced over. “The kids’ plates aren’t made yet.”
    “I can do it.”
    “I can help.”
    With a little instruction from her about how much food to put on each, Wyatt helped prepare three plates of food for the kids. Owen sat beside him on the bench seat and Missy sat across from them with the girls.
    It honest to God felt like high school all over again. Girls on one side. Boys on the other.
    Little brown-eyed, blond Claire said, “We have a boys’ side and a girls’ side.”
    Wyatt caught Missy’s gaze. “Is that good or bad?”
    “I don’t know. We’ve never had another boy around.”
    “Really?”
    She shrugged and pretended great interest in cutting Helaina’s chicken.
    Interesting. She hadn’t had another man around in years? Maybe if Wyatt worked this right, their relationship didn’t have to be platonic—
    He stopped that thought. Shut it down. Getting involved with someone like Missy would be nothing but complicated. While having a platonic relationship would do them both good.
    So the conversation centered around kid topics while they ate. Wyatt helped clean up. Then he announced that it was time to go back to his grandmother’s house.
    “To hunt for hidden treasure,” he told Owen.
    Owen’s head almost snapped off as he faced Missy. “Can I go look for hidden tweasure, too?”
    “No. It’s bath time then story time then bedtime.”
    Owen groused. But Wyatt had an answer for this, if only because he understood negotiating. Give the opposing party something they wanted and everybody would be happy.
    He caught Owen by the shoulders and stooped to his height. “You need to get some rest if we’re going to build the high-rise skyscraper tomorrow.”
    Owen’s eyes lit up as he realized Wyatt intended to play with him again the next day. He threw his arms around Wyatt’s neck, hugged him and raced off.
    An odd tingling exploded in Wyatt’s chest. It was the first time in his life he’d been close enough to a child to get a hug. And the sensation was amazing. It made him feel strong, protective...wanted. But in a way he’d never felt before. His decision to be around this little family strengthened. He could help Owen, and being around Owen and Missy and the girls could help him remember he didn’t always need to get his own way.
    It was win-win.
    Missy sighed with contentment. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    With the kids so far ahead of her, she motioned to her back door. “Sorry, but I’ve got to get in there before they flood the bathroom.”
    Wyatt laughed. “Got it.”
    He walked to the hedge, pulled it aside and headed for his gram’s house. He went into her bedroom again and started pulling shoe boxes filled with God knew what out of her overstuffed closet. But after only fifteen minutes, he glanced out the big bedroom window and saw Missy had come out to her back porch. She wearily sat on one of the two outdoor chairs.
    Wyatt stopped pulling shoe boxes out of his gram’s closet.
    She looked exhausted. Claire had said they’d never had another man around, which probably meant Missy didn’t date. But looking at her right now, he had to wonder if she ever even took a break.
    He sucked in a breath. If he really wanted to help her, he couldn’t just do the things he knew would help him get back his rational, calm, predivorce self. He had to do the things she needed.
    And right now it looked as if she needed a drink.
    He dropped the box, pulled two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and headed for the hedge. It rustled as he pushed it aside.
    She didn’t notice him walking across the short expanse of yard to the back porch, so he