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  KRISTEN PROBY

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  Acknowledgments

  I would like to thank my editor, Abby Zidle, for her patience and good humor while working with me on our first project together.

  To my agent, Kevan Lyon, for your endless hard work and dedication, and for believing in me.

  To my publicist, K. P. Simmon of Inkslinger PR, for ALL THE THINGS!

  A big thank-you goes out to Kent Laudon, northwest Montana’s wolf management specialist for Montana Fish, Wildlife & Parks. Thanks, Kent, for spending time explaining wolf habits to me. Any mistakes in this story are my own.

  And to you, the reader. Without you, there would be no stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Prologue

  — SPRING —

  JOSH

  The cell phone on my belt vibrates against my hip, and I pull it from its holster, register my dad’s name on the caller ID, and answer.

  “What’s up, Dad?”

  “Where are you, Josh?” His voice is hard but calm, and all the hairs on my body immediately stand on end.

  “I’m checking fence on the far-west pasture, about fifteen minutes from the house.”

  “We need you here, Son.”

  “Is Mom okay?” My voice is calm, and just as hard as Dad’s. We’re nothing if not calm in a crisis.

  “She’s fine, but we have a situation.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  Holstering the phone, I kick Magic gently and she immediately sets off in a gallop toward the house.

  What the fuck is going on?

  The last time Dad called with that tone in his voice, my brother, Zack, had been hurt in Afghanistan.

  He’s in Afghanistan now.

  Before long, the old, sprawling house comes into view. Although mostly retired, Mom and Dad still live in the big house, and I rebuilt one of the old farmhand houses on the opposite side of the property a few years ago. I’m in charge of the Lazy K Ranch now, and I love every minute of it.

  Mom and Dad step out onto the porch as I dismount, and suddenly I hear tires on the gravel driveway.

  “What’s going on?” I demand, scowling as I watch my dad’s eyes go hard. A blue rental pulls to a stop in front of us.

  “Kensie called,” he mutters.

  “How could she do this to him?” Mom whispers with tears in her eyes. “To both of them?”

  “Would someone like to tell me what in the hell is going on?”

  “Get out of the car, Seth.”

  I know that voice. Ice instantly runs through my veins as I turn to see Zack’s wife, Kensie, pull herself out of the passenger seat, open the back door, and pull my nephew, Seth, out of the car, along with a duffel bag, which she throws without care onto the dirt.

  “What’s this about?”

  “Seth’s your problem now,” she replies coldly.

  My eyes immediately fall on the boy, who’s looking down and drawing circles in the gravel with the toe of his worn shoe. His jeans are a size too small, the hem riding above his ankles, and his T-shirt is stained and dirty.

  “Seth isn’t a problem,” Mom replies, and flies down the stairs to pull Seth into her arms. He stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. He also doesn’t hug her back.

  Jesus, he was here two years ago, bright-eyed and interested in all of the ranch animals. Now his eyes are dull and tired.

  “He is for me,” Kensie replies with a shrug. Her clothes are impeccable, and I assume purposefully a size too small. Her hair and nails are polished and perfect. She winks over at me and my stomach rolls in revulsion. “How are you, handsome?”

  “What is this about?”

  “Zack made noise about wanting a divorce the last time he called from BFE, so I beat him to the punch. Cole”—she gestures toward the car and the man sitting impatiently inside—“doesn’t want a kid around, and frankly, I’m tired of being a full-time mom.”

  “You’re tired of being a full-time mom?” I yell. Dad shakes his head and my mom tries to pull Seth away and into the house, but Dad puts his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

  Seth shouldn’t hear this bullshit.

  “Twelve years I have been alone with him,” she sneers, and points her finger at her son. “While Zack spent more time in a desert or in a plane with the army, leaving us in a different city every two years, I stayed because Zack’s paychecks were nice, and I didn’t have to work, but I’m done. I sold his car.” Dad gasps and I want to wrap my hands around her little neck and squeeze. Zack loves that damn car. “I gave the rest of his shit to charity and I’m giving you the kid. If Zack wants to traipse around the world every year and ignore his family, fine, but I’m done! I deserve more than this!”

  She’s screaming now, carrying on about what is owed to her, but I can’t take my eyes off Seth. His face hasn’t shown one bit of emotion. Most kids would be in tears, horrified by their mother’s behavior.

  How long has this been going on?

  “Seth is always welcome here,” I begin, and take a few steps toward Kensie, satisfied when she shuts her foul mouth and her eyes go round as I get closer.

  I’ve never enjoyed scaring women. It’s easy for me to do with my size and is something I’ve always been careful of.

  But I’m going to scare the shit out of her.

  “But you are not. Seth will stay with us until Zack is back in the States in a few months. You are never to come back here.” I step closer and loom over her. “If you ever show your face here again, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing and I will ruin your pathetic life.”

  Her eyes widen and her jaw drops in surprise as she takes half a step away from me, but she quickly pulls herself together and squares her shoulders, pulling her painted-on eyebrows into a scowl.

  “Why would I ever come back here? There’s nothing here I want.” She raises her chin defiantly and, without a look at Seth, climbs in the car, which peels out of the driveway.

  “Oh, honey,” Mom whispers, and kisses Seth’s hair. He shrugs and pulls away, grabs his bag, and looks up at me for the first time since they drove up.

  “Can I stay here, Uncle Josh?” His eyes flick over to Magic and back to me. He al
ways loved the horses.

  “Of course, buddy, you always have a place here.”

  He nods soberly and looks back down at the ground, waiting to be told what to do. Mom is openly crying now, and Dad just shakes his head, wipes his hand down his face, and sighs. “Come on, Seth. Grandpa will show you to your room. You can have your dad’s old room.”

  “I don’t want anything of his,” Seth spits out, his hands in fists. “I’d rather sleep in the barn.”

  Dad blinks in surprise, glances to both Mom and me, then frowns. “Okay, the spare room it is then.”

  “Come on, honey, let’s get you settled and I’ll fix you some lunch.” Mom smiles at Seth through her tears and wraps an arm around his thin shoulders. “We’ve missed you so much. There are some fish out in the creek that need to be caught, you know. . . .” Her voice fades away as the three of them walk into the house, and all I can do is stand here, my hands on my hips, and wonder what the fuck just happened, and what are we going to do with a twelve-year-old boy?

  CHAPTER

  One

  — EARLY SUMMER —

  CARA

  “Cara, do you have a minute?” My boss, Kyle Reardon, pokes his head in my open classroom door and offers me a warm smile.

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  He saunters in and takes a long look around my empty classroom. The breeze from the open windows ruffles his hair, and he runs his hand through it as he leans against my desk. “Looks like you’re ready to get out of here for a few months.” He gazes down at me warmly. “Remember last week when you mentioned that you’d be up for a tutoring job this summer?” I roll back in my chair and look up at him. He’s handsome, with short copper hair and blue eyes, a nice build.

  He’s also married with four children.

  “I do,” I confirm.

  “Well, I have one for you.”

  “Who?”

  “You know the King family, right? They run that big ranch just outside of town.”

  “Of course, I grew up here, Kyle,” I reply dryly. In a town the size of Cunningham Falls, Montana, we pretty much all know each other, especially those of us who grew up here, just as our parents did, and their parents before them.

  “Zack’s boy, Seth, needs a tutor this summer.”

  “Zack’s back in town?” I ask, my eyebrows raised in surprise.

  “I don’t think so.” Kyle shakes his head and shrugs. “I can’t tell you their business, small town or not. Seth is staying with Jeff and Nancy, and Josh is helping too.”

  “Oh,” I mutter, surprised. “So for whom would I be working, exactly?”

  “So proper,” Kyle teases me, and grins. “You’ll be working for Josh. You can go straight to his place on Monday morning. They’d like you to come Monday through Friday, about nine until noon.”

  “Geez, he must need a lot of tutoring.”

  The laughter leaves Kyle’s eyes and he sighs. “He’s a really smart kid, but he’s stubborn and has a bit of an attitude. I’m warning you, he’s not an easy kid to work with. He’s only been here for three months. He refuses to do the work or hand it in.”

  “Does he start trouble?” I steeple my fingers in front of me, thinking.

  “No, he just keeps to himself. Doesn’t say much to anyone.”

  I’ll have to work with Josh King, which won’t be difficult. He was always nice to me in high school, smiles at me in passing when I see him around town. He and his brother are nice guys.

  Rumor has it he’s a womanizer, but nice nonetheless.

  And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a crush on him for as long as I can remember.

  But I can be professional and teach Josh’s nephew. I didn’t really want to paint my entire house this summer, anyway.

  “Okay, I’ll give it a go.”

  “Great, thanks, Cara.” Kyle stands and turns to leave my classroom. “Have a good summer!”

  “You too!” I call after him as he goes whistling down the dark, deserted hallway.

  Cool, I have a summer job.

  * * *

  I love my town. Like, wholeheartedly, never want to move away, love it. I don’t understand how Jillian, my best friend since kindergarten, can stand living so far away in California. Our town is small, only about six thousand full-time residents, but the population doubles in the peak of summer and the heart of winter with tourists here for skiing, hiking, swimming, and all the other fun outdoor activities that the brochures brag about.

  We sit in a valley surrounded by tall mountains, and when it’s sunny, the sky is so big and blue it almost hurts the eyes.

  I pull into the long gravel driveway off the highway just outside town and follow it past the large, white main house to the back of the property where Josh’s house sits. It’s not as big as the main house, but it’s still large, bigger than my house in town, and is surrounded by tall evergreen trees and long lines of white wooden fences.

  I do not envy the poor sap who has to paint the fences every few years.

  The butterflies I’ve kept at bay come back with a vengeance, fluttering in my belly as I come to a stop in front of his house. Josh and his brother are twins, and until Zack broke his nose in football their senior year, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. They’re both big guys, tall and broad shouldered. Zack always had a more intense look in his face, while Josh is more laid-back, quick to smile or tease—especially me, it seemed. In high school I was invisible to most people, having been a little too round, a lot too plain, but Josh noticed me.

  He used to pull on my horrible curls as he’d walk past me at school, and of course because he was two years ahead of me, and a football star, I was crazy about him. My hair naturally falls in tight ringlets, but I’ve since straightened it, thank God.

  I haven’t seen much of Josh over the years. Each of us went away to college, and since we’ve both returned, I may catch a glimpse of him at the grocery store or in a restaurant, but never long enough to talk to him. I wonder if the rumors of his womanizing are true.

  They were in high school.

  I just hope he hasn’t turned into one of those cowboys who wear tight Wrangler jeans and straw cowboy hats.

  My lips twitch at the thought as I pull myself out of my compact Toyota. The front door swings open, and there he is, all six foot three of him. Only with great effort does my jaw not drop.

  Jesus, we breed hot men in Montana.

  Josh’s hair is dark, dark brown and he has chocolate-colored eyes to match. His olive skin has acquired a deep tan, and when he smiles, he has a dimple in his left cheek that can melt panties at twenty paces.

  Dark stubble is on his chin this morning, and he flashes that cocky smile as he steps onto the porch. His jeans—Levi’s, not Wranglers—ride low on his hips, and a plain white T-shirt hugs his muscular chest and arms. I can’t help but wonder what he smells like.

  Down, girl.

  Following directly behind Josh is a tall, blond woman I don’t recognize, laughing at something he must have said just before he sauntered through the door. They stop on the covered front porch long enough for him to smile sweetly down at her. He pulls his large hand down her arm and murmurs, “Have a good day, and good luck.”

  “Thanks, Josh,” she responds, and bounces down the steps of the front porch, nods at me, and hops into her Jeep.

  “Carolina Donovan,” Josh murmurs, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

  “You know I hate it when you call me Carolina.” I roll my eyes. “My parents should have been brought up on child-abuse charges for that name.”

  Josh laughs and shakes his head. “It’s a beautiful name.” He frowns and rocks back on his heels. “You look great, Cara.”

  “Uh, you’ve seen me around town over the years, Josh,” I remind him with a half smile. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” I grimace inside, regretting the question immediately. Mom always said, never ask a question you don’t want the answer to.

  He shrugs one shoulder and
offers me that cocky grin. God, he’s such a charmer. “Nah, we were finished.”

  I frown at him. What does that mean?

  “So, where is Seth?” I ask, changing the subject.

  Josh frowns in turn and looks toward the big house. “He should be on his way in a few minutes. I have to warn you, Cara, working with Seth may not be a day at the beach. He’s a good kid, but he’s having a rough time of it.” Josh rubs his hand over his face and sighs.

  “Why is he here and not with his mom?”

  “Because the bitch dropped him off here so she can be footloose and fancy-free. She’s filed for divorce. Good riddance. I wish she’d brought him to us years ago.”

  “Oh.” I don’t know what else to say. I never liked Kensie King. She was a bitch in high school, but she was pretty and popular, and I’m quite sure Zack never planned on knocking her up.

  But none of that is Seth’s fault.

  “What areas does he need help in?” I ask, and pull my tote bag out of the passenger seat. When I turn around, Josh’s eyes are on my ass and he’s chewing on his lower lip. I frown and stand up straight, self-conscious of my round behind.

  “Josh?”

  “I’m sorry, what?” He shakes his head and narrows his eyes on my face.

  “What areas does Seth need the most help in?”

  “All of them. He failed every class this spring.”

  “Every class?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yeah. He’s a smart kid, I don’t know what his problem is.”

  “I don’t need a tutor!” a young male voice calls out. I turn to see Seth riding a BMX bike from the big house down the driveway.

  “Seth, don’t start.” Josh’s eyes narrow and he folds his arms over his chest. “Ms. Donovan is here to help. You will be nice.”

  Seth rolls his eyes and hops off the bike, laying it on its side, and mirrors his uncle’s stance, arms crossed over his chest.

  God, he looks just like his dad and his uncle. He could be their younger brother. He’s going to inherit their height and has the same dark hair, but his eyes are hazel.