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out with soap?" Judd asked, making a face as though he could already taste the unpleasantness.

Seth sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk bed and weighed the decision.

"He can't," Jason assured his twin, flopping down on the mattress beside him. "Dad said the S word."

"Is the F word worse than the S word?" Jason looked to Seth for the answer.

"The hell if I know."

Judd's eyes widened with warning and he whispered, "Watch it, Dad, Mrs. Hampston doesn't approve of the H word, either."

"It don't matter 'cause she's gonna quit anyway." This bit of wisdom came from Jason. The kid was probably right, too.

Sitting back against the wall, Seth draped an arm around each of his children's shoulders and released a jagged sigh.

"What are we going to do now?" Judd asked.

"We need a housekeeper," Jason added.

His son turned dark, round eyes to Seth, looking for him to supply the answers.

"Hey, she hasn't quit yet." Seth tried to sound optimistic but doubted that he convinced anyone. They'd seen it all too often before not to recognize the symptoms. The housekeeper wanted out.

"We tried to be good."

"I know." Seth was sympathetic. He'd done his best too and had repeatedly fallen short.

Earlier that week, Seth had stopped off at the grade school for a parent-teacher conference and learned that his children's behavior wasn't that much different in school from what it was at home. The term their teacher had used to describe Judd was "high-spirited," which was later translated as "disorderly, disruptive, ill-behaved, and stubborn." His brother was a willing accomplice.

The woman assured him there was nothing malicious about their behavior, but the twins tended to be...affectionate troublemakers. It wasn't as if Seth hadn't noticed.

On a conscious level he realized the kids' behavior had a great deal to do with the recent upheaval in their young lives. They'd been indulged by Sharon and Jerry and had been thrust back into life with a father who'd buried his grief in his job. Following Pamela's accident, Seth had steadily climbed the ladder of success within the Boeing Airplane Company. He was the youngest senior engineer in the company's history. To further complicate matters, he'd recently been assigned to the Firecracker Project. It wasn't uncommon for him to put in fifty to sixty hours a week on the top-secret project Boeing was developing for the Department of Defense. With the arrival of the twins, Seth felt fortunate to get in a regular eight-hour day. His work had suffered, along with his health, his disposition, and just about everything else.

"I better go see if I can smooth the waters with Mrs. Hampston," he said, inhaling deeply. This wouldn't be fun. The middle-aged woman possessed all the tact of a Sherman tank. She lived and breathed discipline. Not that Seth was opposed to a little order. Anyone who could bring harmony to the chaos that had taken control of his life was welcome indeed. Mrs. Hampston, however, was better suited to whipping raw recruits into shape than dealing with two six-year-olds and one insecure dad.

He'd say one thing for the woman, she'd lasted twice as long as any of the previous housekeepers. One woman had left after only two nights. Another, an older, more mature grandmotherly type, had stayed as long as two weeks. In Mrs. Hampston's case it had been an entire six weeks. He'd never been fond of the crotchety old biddy, but then Seth suspected Mrs. Hampston knew that. The fact was, she'd probably gain a good deal of satisfaction in leaving him in the lurch.

Crow had never been one of his favorite dishes, and knowing Mrs. Hampston, she'd enjoy serving it to him on a dome-covered silver platter. Taking a few moments to compose his thoughts, Seth stepped into his study and slumped onto the leather wing-backed chair next to the fireplace.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. What the kids really needed was someone who would enjoy their boisterous nature. A woman who would appreciate their creativity and spontaneity. Someone who would laugh with them instead of trying to stuff them into a mold.

A mother.

His head fell forward at the weight of his burden. Seth remembered the day he and Pamela had gone into the doctor for the ultrasound that had revealed two tiny but distinct babies. Seth's first reaction had been sheer wonder and an incredible, breathtaking sense of excitement and joy. Twins. They were having twins. Only later had the weight of the responsibility overtaken him. He'd been able to