Unless there was a good reason.
Maddie reached for his hand across the kitchen table. At least they’d chosen the privacy of Gray’s condo to drop this bomb on him. Gray had left Elise and Cory at Maddie’s apartment, where they’d been staying now that his sister was living at the Colby Ranch near a small town named Grasslands.
Carter’s older brother was apparently tying up loose ends in Fort Worth before starting his new job at the Grasslands Police Department. Gray and Elise planned on making a permanent move to Grasslands after they were married.
Carter had barely recovered from the news that his brother was engaged when Maddie spilled the rest of the story. Starting with how she’d recently reunited with Violet, her identical twin.
According to Maddie, Violet was the one who’d set things in motion. Her mother, Belle, had been badly injured after falling off a horse last July and she’d set out to find her biological father. A search that had led her to Maddie, instead.
“I know it sounds unbelievable—”
“Unbelievable?” Carter interrupted, shifting just out of Maddie’s reach. “How about impossible? You both have an identical twin that you didn’t know about. Dad was married before he met Mom. I think we’ve gone straight from unbelievable to a guest spot on the Dr. Phil show.”
No one smiled. Probably because they knew it was true.
“We’ve been having a hard time accepting it, too,” Gray said carefully. “Unfortunately, Belle can’t answer our questions until she comes out of her coma. And...Dad.” He stumbled over the word, which suddenly made the story more real than fantasy. Carter wasn’t used to seeing his big brother, a tough undercover cop, lose a grip on his emotions. “I’m still trying to track him down.”
Carter tried to put himself in Gray’s position. While tracing their roots to an old address in Fort Worth, Maddie had met a woman named Patty Earl who’d cast doubts on the fact that Gray and his twin, Jack Colby, were even Brian Wallace’s sons. Her late husband, Joe Earl, had claimed that he’d fathered the twin boys.
Carter had always felt like the odd man out in his family, but if the woman’s claim was true, it meant that he was Brian’s only son by blood.
He wanted to talk to his father, demand to know why he’d kept all this a secret. But according to Gray, their dad had disappeared while traveling near the Texas-Mexico border and no one in the family had been able to reach him for several months.
Brian wasn’t expected to return until Thanksgiving, but his wallet and cell phone had turned up recently and there was a growing concern that something had happened to him. Another piece of information that Gray and Maddie had waited to tell Carter until he was back in the States.
“I know it’s going to take some time to sort all this out,” Gray said. “We’re still working on it. It’s been just as hard on Violet and Jack.”
The names meant nothing to Carter. He tried to picture another Maddie. Another Grayson. The “country” equivalents of his big-city sibs. Under different circumstances, the thought would have made him smile.
“I’d like you to meet Ty.” Maddie touched the engagement ring on her finger. The last Carter knew, she’d been engaged to Landon Derringer, a Fort Worth CEO who’d been a close friend of the Wallace family for years. Carter was having a hard time keeping up. “And Violet and Jack have invited you to stay at the ranch until we hear from Dad.”
“Why?” Frustration sharpened the word but it didn’t faze Maddie.
She lifted her chin. “Because family should stick together.”
Family? Is that what they were? Because Carter had no idea how to define this tangle of relationships.
“Come on, Carter.” Gray met his eyes and Carter saw a glint of stubbornness there. Or maybe he was seeing his own reflection. “What would it hurt to hang out at the Colby Ranch for a week or two?”
“You’ll love it there,” Maddie said earnestly. “I promise.”
I promise.
Carter’s hand closed around the photograph in his pocket.
“Give me a few days.”
Maddie’s expression clouded. “Carter—”
“There’s something I have to do first.”
* * *
“Did you see the guy who just sat down at table four? Because he sure can’t take his eyes off you.”
“That’s your section.” Savannah Blackmore brushed aside her coworker’s sly comment as she continued to restock the shelves behind the counter.
Libby hadn’t been working at the diner very long, so all she knew was that Savannah was single, but not the reason why. Not that it mattered. The “cosmetology student by day—waitress by night” fancied herself a modern-day Emma, matching up people with the hope they would find their own “happily ever after” ending.
Over the past seven months, Savannah had learned there were endings, but they weren’t always happy ones.
“He has broad shoulders, too.” Libby fanned herself with the order pad.
Some girls noticed a man’s smile or the color of his eyes. Libby judged a man by the width of his shoulders. Savannah doubted she could find a pair strong enough to carry her burdens. Guys avoided women with baggage and she had enough to fill up the cargo hold of a Boeing 747. The delicate flutter below her rib cage reminded Savannah there was someone else to consider. Someone she needed to be strong for.
That’s why she wasn’t even tempted to look at the guy at table number four.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“You can run but you can’t hide,” her coworker teased.
“Watch me.” Savannah made a beeline for the swinging doors that separated the kitchen from the dining area.
Come to think of it, the canned goods in the pantry could use a little organizing, too....
“Order up.” Bruce, the diner’s owner and self-appointed cook, pointed to a platter piled high with ribs, mashed potatoes drenched in butter and a generous helping of coleslaw.
It was Libby’s order, but over the top of the doors, Savannah could see she’d been waylaid by a group of tourists wearing matching T-shirts with the words I Brake For Rodeos emblazoned on the front.
“I’ll take it.” Savannah grabbed the plate and caught Libby’s eye as she rounded the counter. “Where does this one go?”
The impish light that danced in the younger girl’s eyes answered Savannah’s question even before she could say the words—
“Table four.”
With a sigh, Savannah counted the scuffed tiles as she made her way to the back of the diner.
Part of her knew that Libby must have misunderstood the guy’s interest. The past few months had taken their toll. She felt—and probably looked—as wrung out as the mop hanging in the utility closet.
Savannah summoned a polite smile as she approached the table.
Okay, so maybe Libby hadn’t been exaggerating. The guy’s close-cropped hair was the pale gold of winter wheat, a perfect setting for a pair of deep-set, cobalt-blue eyes. A gray T-shirt stretched across the broad shoulders Libby had gone on and on about....
Savannah’s gaze locked on the familiar insignia and her mouth went dry.
A soldier.
He rose to his feet as she reached the table. “I’m Sergeant Carter Wallace, ma’am....”
Savannah