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Cooper’s hand froze midair, just for a second, and then he dropped the tail onto his plate and reached for his cracker “She’s fine?”

“She is?” Charlie see to call her, but I’ve been so busy at the shop Saturday wasn’t easy for her”

“I could tell” Cooper sat back in his chair “What got her so spooked?”

“Who’s Morgan?” Isabel piped up, dabbing at the corner of heron Cooper

“She’s a friend of Charlie’s,” he replied

Isabel’s eyebrows rose “And…”

Cooper sighed and sat back in his chair He knew the look in his ht away

“There is no and She’s doing so more, Mother”

“What kind of work?”

“Just work” He didn’t want to talk about Morgan’s job He wanted to knoho the hell Martha and Nathan and Christy were “You going to elaborate, Charlie?”

Charlie frowned “Well, what did she tell you?”

He shook his head “Just that she needed to leave, and I took her home”

Charlie frowned “So you haven’t talked to her since Saturday night?”

“Not really” And not for lack of trying, although he wasn’t about to volunteer that information He’d never met a female so immune to his charm Not even Mrs Wilson, an old Sunday school teacher of his When he was six, she was the scariest lady any of the kids knew On a dare, it had taken hiet her to crack a srand prize at the local fair

“Well then, how do you know she’s fine?” Charlie looked concerned, and a sliver of unease hit Cooper square in the chest