Christmas Eve, 1894...
The night Garrett McPherson finds his wife violated and murdered is the night he turns his back on his Wyoming ranch to become the most feared bounty hunter on either side of the Mississippi. But what keeps Garrett on the hunt for Elsie's murderers and unable to come home is his sister-in-law, Jenny Westin. He's never stopped loving her, and if it weren't for his young son, Ethan, he might never return to the ranch again to keep from facing her and his feelings.
Jenny has never understood why Garrett threw her over for her sister, beautiful Elsie. When Jenny returns to Wyoming, a tense reunion at the train station for the two former lovers becomes a nightmare when they discover Elsie's battered body upon their return to the ranch. Garrett vows to find Elsie's murderers and avenge her death, and Jenny has no choice but to stay and care for Garrett’s son. For three years, she manages to live at the ranch raising Ethan, keeping her secrets and heartbreak hidden.
Another Christmas will bring Garrett back from his search for Elsie's murderers to the Double M Ranch. Will this be the season for Jenny and Garrett to sort through the hurt and betrayal and face the truth of their love? The secrets of the past are the only key to unlock their HEARTS IN WINTER...
A shadow blocked his way. “I wouldn’t go up there, Garrett, unless you’re ready to face the music.”
Garrett scowled at Elliot, although he doubted the man could see it through the dark blanket of midnight. “And just what music is it I need to face?”
“None you want to this time of night, boyo. Leave the lass to her grief.”
“Her grief?” Garrett blustered, not caring if he woke the whole ranch. “What the hell does she have to grieve?”
He couldn’t see Elliot’s features, but irritation was clear as sunshine in the older man’s voice. “More than you could ever know, lad. Now, I’m tellin’ ya, go back to your house and leave the lass. You’ll not want to be hearin’ what she has to say without sleep.”
Garrett rested his eyes on Jenny kneeling by something he couldn’t make out at this distance. What the hell was on the hill? He hadn’t noticed anything when he rode in, but he’d been a week without sleep. If it had been anyone else blocking his path to her, Garrett would have introduced the man’s backside to the cold snow, but he trusted only one man more than Elliot O’Leary. It was one of the reasons he’d offered the foreman’s job to O’Leary when his father died. Simon Westin had pitched a fit when his trusted hand took Garrett up on his offer.
Garrett swallowed past a lump in his throat. “You’ll watch over her?”
“You can count on it, lad.”
A strong hand squeezed Garrett’s shoulder, then the shadow disappeared. The urge to bolt up the hill forced Garrett’s hands into fists, but he turned on his heels and marched back to the house.