The Texan's Little Secret. Barbara Daille White

one to know one, I say.”

      “Luke?”

      She jumped. The voice had come from the direction of the porch. A woman stood framed in the kitchen doorway, looking out at them through the screen door.

      “I thought I heard the truck. And voices.” The woman smiled at them. “Everything all right out here?”

      “Just fine, Mom.”

      Luke’s mother. Of course. She had never met the woman but could easily have guessed her relationship to Luke. He had lighter brown eyes than his mother’s, but they shared the same sandy-blond shade of hair.