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

And then they were kissing again, Kenneth wrapping his arms around her back and holding her in place against him.


She was lost in his kisses for so long, she never felt Leon pull away.


“Now wasn’t that better than the barn?”


The unexpected comment made her snort in amusement, and she broke away from Kenneth’s mouth with a smile.


“Yeah,” she said softly. “It was.”


“Much better.” He touched her cheek, then looked over her shoulder to Leon. “Did you…finish?”


“Figures you two would be so wrapped up in yourselves you wouldn’t notice.” The chair scraped across the floor. “But next time, I get the table.”


Her eyes widened at his words. She hadn’t thought about the next time, except to think of Kenneth inside her again. She wasn’t sure she wanted the two men to trade places. But she couldn’t very well say so out loud.


What she could say was…“Is next time me peeping out from behind the curtain again?”


“If you’re asking if Leon would ever…we don’t do anything that involves a table.”


Chapter 22