âYou know what they say about the way to a manâs heart.â
She stiffened visibly, and Carter wanted to rope the words heâd just spoken and yank them back into his mouth.
âI should get going,â she said, pulling her van keys from the purse slung over her shoulder.
âAudra,â he said apologetically, knowing she wasnât looking to be part of any manâs heart. Sheâd made that pretty clear. Friendship was as far as anything could ever go between them. But he found himself wanting more.
He chose his next words carefully.
âI know what youâve gone through and understand your need to be guarded. But the truth is, Iâd like to move beyond a working relationship where youâre concerned.â
âCarter,â she said in a panicked whisper, âplease donât.â
âFriendship, Audra,â he said determinedly. âThatâs all Iâm asking for. Like you, Iâm not looking for anything more right now,â he added, hoping it would ease her worry. It wasnât a lie. He knew that there would be no âright nowâ with her.
But tomorrow, or the day after⦠Well, that was another story.
Chapter One
Carter Cooper grabbed for the ringing cell phone on the truck seat beside him. A quick glance at the screen listed Nathan Cooper as the caller. Swiping his thumb over the answer button, he brought the phone to his ear.
âMissing me already, big brother?â
Nathan snorted. âHardly. But I am missing the keys to my truck. You got any idea where they might have gotten to?â
A smile quirked at the corners of Carterâs mouth. âCan you describe them to me? Might help jog my memory some.â
âCarter,â Nathan growled impatiently.
âWhatâs wrong, Nate? You can dish it out, but you canât take it?â His brother and business partner in Cooper Construction had thought it funny to line the back of Carterâs safety goggles with black shoe polish. Carter glanced up in the rearview mirror where, beneath the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses, the remainder of what he hadnât been able to scrub off at the job site remained.
âIt was Loganâs idea,â his brother grumbled.
âAnd you executed it.â Their younger brother, Logan, was the real prankster of the family, but he was good at getting others to join in. Or in this instance, pull off the prank for him. The fact that his little brother had gotten Nathan to play along was worth the thick black smudging he was sporting around his eyes. After losing their parents, along with his older brotherâs wife, in the tornado that had ripped through their tiny town of Braxton more than a year ago, Nathan seemed to have lost himself, as well. He knew the only thing that kept his big brother from giving up on life, at least as far as Carter was concerned, was Nathanâs beautiful little daughter, Katie. Or as Carter was fond of calling his six-year-old nieceâKatydid.
âAll right, guilty as charged,â his brother conceded. âNow where are my truck keys?â
âYou know that bucket of wall primer...?â Carter teased as he turned off the main road, intending to take a shortcut into town, where he would swing by the hardware store and pick up something to take the remaining shoe polish off his face.
His brother groaned. âTell me you didnât.â
âI didnât,â Carter said with a chuckle. âTheyâre...â His words trailed off as his attention was drawn to movement outside the open driverâs side window. Just past the wildly overgrown hedgerow that lined the inside of the faded white property fence, a woman lay facedown atop the sagging porch roof of the old abandoned Harris house. At least, the upper half of her did. The rest of her dangled down over the roofâs edge.