Cade’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking. “You could have been killed.”
“But I wasn’t,” Mariah said stubbornly. “And you wouldn’t be yelling if this had happened to anyone else on the crew.”
His eyes flared with heat and before Mariah could blink, he wrapped his arms around her, hauled her up against his hard body and took her mouth with his.
The kiss wasn’t sweet, nor cajoling, nor slowly sensual. It was purely carnal and reeked of domination and desperation.
Mariah reeled under the instant surge of heat that flooded her, but she fought the need to give in to the desire to meet lust with lust and struggled to get her hands between them to push at his chest. He was immovable.
Dear Reader,
Like many little girls, I adored horses and cowboys, but I truly fell in love with Montana at the age of five when my family moved onto my great-uncle’s homestead in Butte Creek. I’ve been fascinated by the American West ever since and I was so pleased when Mills & Boon® agreed to let me write another miniseries set in Montana. This first story in the BIG SKY BROTHERS belongs to Cade Coulter—eldest of four sons born to Joseph Coulter. When Joseph dies, Cade is the first to come home to the Triple C Ranch in Indian Springs, Montana, where the brothers grew up. Cade and his brothers must find a way to pay inheritance taxes or they’ll lose the ranch that’s been in their family for generations.
Fortunately Cade has allies—one of whom is beautiful Mariah Jones. Though he questions her motives, he can’t ignore the passion between them.
I hope you enjoy Cade’s story and that you’ll join me soon for the story of the second brother to return to Montana—Zach Coulter, who brings his special brand of expertise to aid in the struggle to save the huge Triple C Ranch he loves.
Warmly,
Lois
About the Author
LOIS FAYE DYER lives in a small town on the shore of beautiful Puget Sound in the Pacific Northwest with her two eccentric and lovable cats, Chloe and Evie. She loves to hear from readers. You can write to her c/o Paperbacks Plus, 1618 Bay Street, Port Orchard, WA 98366, USA. Visit her on the web at www.LoisDyer.com.
Cade Coulter’s Return
Lois Faye Dyer
With thanks to my brother’s good friends—
Randy and Cathy Brisbane, Denise Johnson, Mike
and Sherie Brisbane, Arline Vanoli and Crist Bass.
Your kindness is deeply appreciated.
Prologue
Cade Coulter leaned against the fender of his old pickup truck, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the closed door of the Triple C ranch house. His younger brother Zach was still inside.
What the hell is taking him so long? Cade glanced impatiently at his wristwatch. It’s seven o’clock.
The June sunshine was already warm on his face. He slipped aviator sunglasses on his nose, turning his head to sweep the ranch yard with a swift, assessing glance. The Triple C was the biggest ranch in northeast Montana. He’d been born and raised here and every day of his twenty-two years had been spent riding over the Coulter Cattle Company’s vast acres, working cattle under the hot sun of summer and the cold wind of winter snows.
But he and his three brothers had made a pact—they’d all sworn to stay on the ranch only until the youngest, Eli, had graduated from high school. And last night, Eli had walked across the stage to collect his diploma. This morning, Cade was leaving the Triple C and Montana for good. He doubted he’d ever be back. He swept a longer, slower glance over the buildings clustered around a central graveled yard. He’d helped paint the big barn, house, bunkhouse and assorted outbuildings more times than he could count.
His gaze reached the grove of trees beyond the barn and halted. Hidden behind the green leaves and sturdy trunks was his mother’s shuttered studio and the creek that flowed past it.
A sharp stab of grief edged with guilt sliced through him. But with the stoicism and relentless control gained over the ten years since his mother’s death, he instantly sealed the emotions away. He’d learned long ago that regrets were useless.
“Cade.”
He turned to see his two youngest brothers, Brodie and Eli, loping down the steps of the bunkhouse before striding toward him across the ranch yard.
“You two ready to go?” he asked as they neared, noting the duffel bags each had slung over their shoulders.
“Yeah.” Eli’s green gaze flicked over the four pickups parked in front of the house. “Where’s Zach?”
“He’s still inside.” Cade saw the swift frown that creased Eli’s brow.
“Let’s go get him.” Brodie’s voice was curt.
Eli nodded and walked through the open gate to the house yard, up the curved sidewalk to the porch.
Cade and Brodie followed him.
“Was Dad drinking when you got in last night?” Cade asked.
“Don’t know,” Brodie replied. “I didn’t get home till after two this morning and I slept in the bunkhouse.” He nodded at Eli’s broad back ahead of them. “So did Eli.”
They jogged up the steps, joining Eli as he opened the door. All three of them stepped over the threshold, Cade first, just as Zach, the oldest of his three younger brothers, came down the stairs, a bulging duffel bag in one hand.
Their father stood across the wide living room next to the fireplace, his big frame rigid. His flushed face was proof enough for Cade that Joseph Coulter had either started drinking whiskey when he left his bed or that he was still drunk from the night before.
“If you leave, don’t come back—not until you get a letter from my lawyer telling you I’m dead.”
The bitter, harsh words rang in the quiet room. Zach halted on the stairs. Beside him, Cade felt Eli and Brodie tense and go still. Cade’s gaze never left his father and he didn’t flinch under Joseph’s fierce stare. For a long moment, his father’s hate and accusation raged between them, though neither spoke. Then Joseph’s gaze flicked past Cade to Brodie.
Cade’s fingers curled into fists but he didn’t comment. He looked at Zach, gave a slight nod, and turned on this heel to leave the house. He heard his brothers’ boots echo on the porch boards behind him as he strode down the sidewalk and reached his truck, yanking the door open. His muscles were tight with the effort to keep his anger under
