Her Texas Hero. Kat Brookes

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      He nodded and had just reached up to remove his sunglasses, which were unnecessary now that he was standing beneath the cooling shade of the porch, when the screen door flung open with a loud groan, drawing his attention that way. A second later, her son and daughter flew out of the house.

      “Mommy!” four-year-old Lily cried out, racing toward Audra with her tiny arms outstretched, bypassing the towering cowboy without even a moment’s hesitation in her eagerness to reach her.

      “Mo—” her son began and then stopped with a gasp halfway across the porch. Green eyes widening, Mason, coiled rope in hand, stood staring up at her rescuer, who was well over six feet in height. A good bit taller than what they were used to, Bradford being only five-nine on a good day.

      Sunglasses dangling at his side, Carter Cooper smiled down at her son. “You must be Mason. Nice work with that rope loop.”

      “It’s you!” her son said in what sounded like awe, still openly staring up at the man.

      “Mason, honey?” she said, attempting to draw her son’s attention away from their unexpected, but very much appreciated, visitor. A man the Lord had sent in answer to her fervent prayers as she’d hung, fearful for her life, from the sagging roof.

      Her son’s gaze finally shifted, meeting hers. “Mommy,” he said excitedly, “you were rescued by the Lone Ranger!”

      “The Lone Ranger?” Carter Cooper replied with a husky chuckle. “Afraid not, son. The only thing that fictional Texas Ranger and I have in common is that we both wear cowboy hats. Unless you count the fact that I drive a silver Ford F-150 and the Lone Ranger rides a horse named Silver.” He glanced back at Audra with a crooked grin. “My brothers would have a field day with this one.”

      “Sweetie, Mr. Cooper is not...” Her words trailed off as her gaze shifted from her son to her rescuer. Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to muffle the snort of laughter that shot through her lips as she eyed the smudging of black around his eyes that had previously been covered up by his sunglasses.

      “He is the Lone Ranger!” her daughter exclaimed. “He has dark hair and he’s wearing a mask,” she added, pointing to the mask of black encircling his blue eyes.

      “Honey, it’s not polite to point,” Audra said, fighting the smile that threatened to spill across her face. “But I think you’re right.”

      The man looked from her and Lily to her son in confusion. And then his expression changed. With a groan, he pointed to the dark circles around his eyes and said, “He’s referring to this?”

      Audra nodded.

      “It’s not polite to point,” her daughter told him, mimicking her mother’s earlier reprimanding words.

      “It doesn’t count if you’re pointing your finger at yourself,” Mason told his sister.

      “But if he’s not the Lone Ranger, why is he wearing a mask?” her daughter asked in confusion.

      Audra had to admit she was wondering that same thing herself. “Can you tell they watch a lot of old Westerns?” she said lightly, trying to cover the fact she felt a little unnerved by the sight of a man who went around with his face painted like a raccoon’s.

      “It’s all right,” he assured her with a grin as he slipped the sunglasses back onto his face. “I’m wearing this mask because my brothers thought it would be funny to play a prank on me.”

      “Your brothers did that to you?” she said, unable to hide the relief that flooded her voice. Being new to Braxton, Texas, she knew nothing about the people who lived there. She only knew that the tiny town had rated well when it came to crime of any kind. A true safe haven to raise her children in. And it was in Texas, a place she and the children had been drawn to thanks to all those old Westerns they loved to watch together on TV.

      He nodded. “Their idea of a joke.”

      She fought to keep the grin from her face, not wanting to be impolite at his expense. “How naughty of them.”

      “How did they do it?” her son asked with that same uncontainable curiosity most boys his age were filled with. “Did they pin you to the ground and paint your face?”

      “Are you going to paint me?” Lily asked her brother, a worried look on her tiny face.

      “No,” Audra said. “Your brother is not going to paint you.”

      “How they did it isn’t important,” Carter Cooper replied. “They’ve since realized the error of their ways. At least, my older brother has. I haven’t seen my younger brother yet to set him straight.” He looked around and then back at her. “I should get going. I was on my way into town to pick up something to get this off my face when I noticed you hanging from the roof.”

      The sooner he was on his way, the better, Audra thought. While she was grateful to the man for coming to her rescue, she didn’t want her children’s fascination with Carter Cooper to grow any more than it was at that moment, with their having thought him to be one of their favorite TV characters come to life. Or even worse, their becoming attached to him in any way whatsoever. She wouldn’t allow that to happen. Couldn’t allow it to happen. Not when her children had already been forced to deal with their father turning his back on them. Whatever it took, she would protect their young hearts from feeling the pain of abandonment ever again.

      “I’d offer to help you remove it,” she said, knowing it was the least she could have done after what he’d done for her, “but we only just arrived and almost everything we own is still packed in boxes in my van and in the moving truck that’s on its way. I wanted to check things out and give the children a chance to play outside a bit before we started moving in.”

      His dark brow shot up. “You bought this place?”

      She nodded. “Through an online auction site.”

      He glanced around, his mouth pulling down into a frown.

      She completely understood his reaction, having seen the place now for herself. “I have to admit it looked a little more promising in pictures.”

      His gaze shifted back to her. “Are you telling me you purchased this house after seeing it only in pictures online?”

      She looked down at her daughter, running her fingers through Lily’s tangled golden-brown curls. “Traveling from Illinois to Texas and back just to see a house that was advertised as being in need of some tender loving care seemed like a waste of money that could be used on those repairs instead.”

      “Not to be the bearer of bad news,” he said with a frown, “but this place is in need of far more than some tender loving care. If the inside is anything like the outside, you’re looking at a near total gut, if not a complete one.”

      A total gut? Surely he was exaggerating. She glanced around with a troubled frown. “I think it looks worse than it is.” At least, she hoped so. She couldn’t afford to totally renovate the whole house inside and out. Not with Bradford still owing her court-ordered child support for the time he was still considered legally their father. At least she had her half of the money from the sale of their house in Chicago, minus the few months’ rent she’d had to pay while looking for a place for her and СКАЧАТЬ