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

She shouldn’t have kissed him at all. She knew that. She might not be as self-righteous as so many of the other women in town, but she wasn’t so fallen not to know some things were better left to the imagination. Everything she’d overheard between her two guests should have stayed firmly between them. She shouldn’t have succumbed to her desires—for company, for the sound of his voice, for the press of his lips to hers.


The weather improved with each passing day. Saturday was crisp and clear, and when she ventured out to milk Hazel, Kenneth immediately volunteered to come help. Amy didn’t tell him no. That was the last thing she wanted. As soon as they stepped into the barn’s sanctuary, she reached out to touch his shoulder. She just craved the contact, she told herself. A slight caress to let him know he was friend not foe.


Chapter 16