she cried in nerve-shattered alarm, her gaze flying toward the back door, from which the uproar had come. Tearing from his arms, she covered the distance to the door in an instant, threw it open and gasped. Heath was immediately behind her. “Wait a min—” he began, but his plea fell on deaf ears for April had already ventured onto the back porch and stood amid a perilous carpet of broken glass. “April!” His bark was more gruff. “It was the storm door,” she said softly, as though to herself. Only the slanted porchtop roof kept the rain from her head. “I thought I had locked it, but it must have worked loose somehow.” “April.” The deep voice burst into her thoughts. “Get back in here! You’ll cut yourself!” Heedless to his warning, she stooped and tossed several larger pieces of glass into a makeshift pile in the corner. Continuing to survey the damage, she turned gingerly. Heath had disappeared from the door and was returning, just as she noted his absence, with his shoes on.
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