The Heart's Voice

The Heart's Voice
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After a rodeo accident left her widowed, petite Becca Kinder returned to work at her in-laws' store to support her two small children and fix up a house growing more dilapidated by the minute. Dan Holden, the strong but silent carpenter who frequented the shop, was just the man she needed… if only she could get him to agree!Still struggling with the loss of his hearing in a military exercise, Dan came back to his hometown to live quietly among the people who knew him, prepared to renounce romantic love. But when disaster struck Becca' s home, Dan wondered if God' s plan was for him to rebuild her home… and her heart.

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Arlene James. The Heart's Voice

“How’d you lose your hearing?”

ARLENE JAMES,

The Heart’s Voice. Arlene James

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

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He nearly dropped. “How…?” He stared into her wide, clear green eyes, sucked in a breath and accepted that the secret was out. “Explosion, about thirteen months ago.”

She shifted the baby on her hip. “About the same time CJ was born, then.”

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She shivered, as if God Himself had tapped her on the shoulder, and before she could even think to do it, her foot had moved from the gas pedal to the brake. She sat there for a moment, the engine of her battered old car rumbling in competition with a cricket calling for his mate. Then with a sigh she yielded to her initial impulse and turned the vehicle into Dan Holden’s drive. She parked and got out, leaving the keys in the ignition as usual. Reluctantly she let her tired feet take her along the hedged walkway to the front steps and then up those steps to the broad, sheltered porch. From this angle, the light of the TV flickered against the windowpane, but now only that persistent cricket could be heard.

Becca knocked on the door. She thought its berry-red paint made a very pretty display with the pristine white of the siding, new grass-green roof and black shutters. She waited, but the contrary man couldn’t be bothered to answer his door.

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