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prologue

C
an you believe that Edna took off like that?”

“What do you expect, Bethel? Her grandbaby needed her,” Eileen replied.

“I know. I know. But the Christmas pageant is coming and it just won’t be the same without her,” Bethel said.

“Yes, of course, but don’t you see the opportunity this presents?”

Both women turned to look at their friend Maggie, whose grin ran from ear to ear. The three women were thought to be in their sixties, but no one knew for sure—they guarded their age more securely than Fort Knox guarded its gold.

“What do you mean?” they asked in unison.

“We don’t get too many new people here in town,” Maggie told them. “Hawk’s been single for long enough.
Now that my boy Bryson has gotten married and settled down, I’m more than ready to see the same happen for Hawk.”

“Ooh, I like your thinking, Maggie,” Bethel said, her eyes twinkling with understanding.

“So, we just need to find an . . .
appropriate
teacher,” Eileen said with a giggle.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Bethel burbled. “I’m so glad to be on the school board, so we have the task of finding Edna’s replacement.”

“Did they include photographs with the résumés?” Maggie asked.

“Sure did!” Eileen told them as she flipped open her laptop.

“Shouldn’t we bring Martin in on this?” Eileen asked quietly, and a slight blush tinged her cheeks.

Bethel and Maggie knew that something was happening between their friend and town businessman Martin Whitman, but they weren’t about to call Eileen out on it.

“We will . . . eventually,” Bethel said. “But not right now. This girl needs to be for Hawk. Martin would try to steal her away for one of his four boys.”

“Well, we need to find some women for those ornery sons of his, too,” Maggie chimed in.

“Let’s just focus on one kid at a time,” said Bethel, always the logical one. “Besides, I already have plans brewing for my granddaughter Sage and one of the Whitman boys. As soon as she’s done with medical school . . .”

Maggie’s eyes widened. “Oh, do tell.”

“Now’s not the time.” Bethel said, clicking through the résumés. “Girls, I think we have a winner!”

The other two women leaned over, and then all three of them smiled as they read about Natalie Duncan, who was seeking work as an elementary-school teacher.

“I think you might just be right,” Maggie said.

Poor Natalie had no idea what she was about to step into . . .

chapter
1

H
er heels clicking on the hard tile floor of the airport, Natalie Duncan smiled and popped a Hershey’s Kiss into her mouth. Her first teaching job! It was a dream come true. Four years of college, thousands of study hours, even more volunteer hours, a teaching internship at a beautiful elementary school in sunny LA, and she had finally received the call she’d been waiting for.

Sure, it was November, and sure, she’d been called only because another teacher was going through some sort of family emergency and had to leave the state suddenly, but Natalie was still stoked. She’d been the one the school had called. She was the one who would be stepping into her very own classroom come Monday morning.

The small town of Sterling, Montana, wasn’t exactly where she’d wanted to begin her career, but it was a job
teaching what she loved. This was only a stepping-stone.

Wholly unaware of the masculine eyes that were following her in her sharp blue pencil skirt and four-inch heels, Natalie pressed forward. With her slim five-foot-three-inch frame and her fiery red hair, green eyes, and full lips, she was made to turn heads. The thing was, Natalie wasn’t looking for male attention. She had plans. She had goals. And men were far down on her list of priorities. After all, she was only twenty-three. Work first. Marriage and family later.

A smile flitted across her lips as she thought about her life fifteen years down the road. She’d have a white picket fence and one girl and one boy running through the sprinkler on a nice, hot day while she sat next to her husband and enjoyed the successes of her life.

Wrapped up in her fantasy future, Natalie stepped through the airport doors buzzing with excitement and a huge smile plastered on her face, which vanished in an instant when the biting Montana wind slapped her in the face.

“What the hell?”

Her voice came out choked as she struggled to regain the breath that had been sucked from her.

She’d been born and raised in Southern California, and was in no way ready for this sort of weather. She’d been so excited over receiving the job she hadn’t even thought to research what climate she was stepping into. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Running back inside she gulped warm air into her frozen lungs.

“Okay. You can do this,” she told herself as she looked
down scathingly at her completely inefficient shoes. “Heels? What was I thinking?” Heels and sexy lingerie were her concessions to blatant femininity. Otherwise she wore beige and dark colors, and downplayed what she’d been blessed with.

Raising her head, she studied the people passing her by. None of them were wearing heels and a skirt. No. They were clad in warm boots, thick coats, and trousers. She threw her suitcases a disgusted look as it dawned on her that she’d have little choice but to spend some of her precious savings on warmer clothing.

Reaching into her carry-on bag, she pulled out her warmest jacket, which wasn’t going to do much, but it was better than nothing. She was wishing she’d done a lot more research on the weather in Montana before her arrival. Making her way back to the doors, Natalie glared at them as if they were the gates to hell, and took a deep breath before moving forward again.

As she stepped outside, tears sprang instantly to her eyes, and her entire body shook, but she forced herself to trudge to the curb. Thankfully, there was a cab waiting. Fearing she’d never feel warmth fully return to her body again, she huddled in the backseat after giving the driver the address for the little furnished house the school district had set up for her.

The people of Sterling had been unbelievably kind. One woman—her name was Bethel—had even sold Natalie a small Toyota sedan, dirt cheap. That was one less thing she had to worry about. The vehicle should be parked in her driveway already.

First she’d get settled in, and then she’d drive around town. She hoped they kept the roads plowed, because her little car wasn’t going to make her feel particularly safe, and she couldn’t fork out the money needed for a truck or SUV. Her mind drifted as the miles passed and she gazed out absently at an endless expanse of white.

“Looks like Hawk’s here to show you the place.”

Startled, Natalie looked up to see the cabbie peering at her through the rearview mirror. “What?”

One of Natalie’s worst faults, or at least what she felt was one of her worst faults, was that she’d get so lost in her own head she’d tune out the rest of the world.

A vivid imagination was great when you were teaching young children, but not so great when trying to hold normal conversations with other adults. How pathetic. Her life was so dull that she spent most of her time in a fantasy world.

That was going to change, though. She was a teacher now. A
professional
. Pulling a little notebook out of her purse, she turned to the list of goals she’d written out in clear, even handwriting. With pure delight, she checked off
Get first teaching job
. Of course, not everything on that list would be crossed off so easily.

“Hey, Mickey. How was the drive?” asked a husky male voice.

Whoa.
When Natalie looked up and saw the man leaning against the side of the cab, she felt frozen to her seat. And it had nothing to do with the cold air drifting through the now open window. A pair of linebacker shoulders completely swallowed up the open space. He
was wearing a thick coat, sporting dark and slightly unruly hair, with piercing brown eyes with lashes that seemed to go on forever.

And those lips. They were full and turned up in an electrifying smile as he bantered with the cabbie. Natalie had no idea what the two men were saying, because the deep timbre of this man’s voice enveloped her. It seemed to be sending all sorts of wrong signals to her stomach, which was fluttering.

Suddenly, her side door flung open and the man stood there with his hand out while saying something to her, but all she could hear was buzzing in her ears.

Nonsense!

This was total and utter nonsense. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, or even lust at first sight. So to be looking at this man as if he were a piece of her favorite chocolate was freaking ridiculous.

She was a professional woman who’d just had a weak moment. He was holding out a hand to help her from the taxi. That was all. She could do this. She’d reach out casually, take his hand, say a polite thank-you, and make her way into the house. Easy-peasy.

But when she did reach out, the sensation of his gloved fingers gripping her bare ones sent tingles through her body. She somehow managed to climb gracefully from the vehicle. But as their eyes met for the first time, she felt as if she were being sucked into another dimension.

“Hawk Winchester.”

It took her a moment to realize he was introducing
himself. It took her another moment to notice the narrowing of his eyes, the slight pursing of his lips. His smile had vanished, and it seemed she wasn’t the only one confused by this instant attraction.

Never before had she felt any sort of zing with a stranger. Never before had she stood in front of someone and wanted to tear off her clothes without any preliminaries, civilized or not. She was Natalie Duncan, innocent and repressed schoolteacher. She’d been the one in the library while her peers were out partying. She’d never had lustful thoughts about
any
man, any man at all.

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