Widow Amy Northe hasn’t known a man’s company in the six years since her husband died. That all changes the night her son comes in from chores with two strangers in tow. Kenneth and Leon are seeking shelter, and though Amy wants to turn them away, she can’t. There’s a blizzard moving through the Utah mountains, and Leon’s busted ankle has him teetering on the edge of consciousness. She does the only thing she can and takes them in, unaware of the secrets these young men hide.<br><br>Kenneth doesn’t want to take advantage of the older woman’s hospitality, even though she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. But Leon needs help and Amy is a nurse. If he has to satisfy his desire for her with covert trysts with Leon, then that’s what he’ll do, especially since he’s too much of a gentleman to ever think of making advances.<br><br>Until she makes one herself. Then everything changes. For all of them.

Stealing Northe

“Sorry,” she muttered. She cut up the seam, exposing more of the man’s calf. The shadow Kenneth cast at her side was thick and heavy, heavy enough for her to feel in her bones. “Why don’t you get out of those wet things and warm up? Before I have two patients on my hands.”


“Ma’am? I don’t have any dry clothes to wear. I can help, though. Tell me what to do.”


She didn’t want help. She wanted her quiet evening back. But Amy gritted her teeth and nodded, dipping her rag into the water and soaking it.


“First of all, take your hat off when you’re inside my house. I can’t splint this until we get the swelling down. That means wrapping this in hot bandages and keeping him immobile. Get some more water and heat it in the fire. Woody, show him where the bowls are, then go grab an extra blanket from the chest and lay it out in front of the fire.”


Chapter 3