One of a Kind: Lionhearted / Letters to Kelly. Diana Palmer

      A man worth waiting for… Tough, handsome, dangerous… He is…

      ONE OF A KIND

      Two international bestselling authors

      deliver two dramatic, emotional

      stories featuring their trademark

      gorgeous heroes.

      ONE OF A KIND

      Lionhearted

      DIANA PALMER

      Letters to Kelly

      SUZANNE BROCKMANN

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Lionhearted

       DIANA PALMER

      Dear Reader,

      With this book, the Hart brothers of Jacobsville are all happily married and building families. For me, it’s very sad to see the last Hart bachelor tie the knot, because their biscuit mania gave me some wonderful story lines. However, as with all things, we have to move on.

      I have hinted in past books about the impish Janie Brewster, and she caught the wedding bouquets at both Micah Steele’s and Rey Hart’s weddings – so I thought that would give you the idea that she was fated to marry rather soon. What I didn’t realise was how wild a story she and Leo would have when they started getting serious. I think I spent most of the book laughing while it unfolded daily on my computer screen. My husband is now convinced that I’m nuts, having had his Western movies on TV almost constantly interrupted by maniacal laughter from the direction of my office! Talk about the patience of Job! After having put up with me and my profession for over a quarter of a century, he’s no stranger to my quirks. I could never have gone so far without him – and without all of you. When I count all my blessings, I don’t sleep. It’s a long list.

      I hope you like Leo’s story. He has a really rocky road to the altar, and Janie shows him that she’s no shrinking daisy! Another interesting little sidebar that popped up was Cash Grier. I didn’t actually plan to put him in this book, but he was suddenly there and refused to leave. You don’t argue with a guy like this, so I let him do pretty much what he wanted.

      Thank you, as always, for years of loyalty and kindness and prayers. You know already that I am your biggest fan.

      Love,

       Diana Palmer

      To the FAO Schwarz gang on Peachtree Road,

      Atlanta, and at the Internet Customer

      Service Department.

      Thanks!

      Prologue

      Leo Hart felt alone in the world. The last of his bachelor brothers, Rey, had gotten married and moved out of the house almost a year ago. That left Leo, alone, with an arthritic housekeeper who came in two days a week and threatened to retire every day. If she did, Leo would be left without a biscuit to his name, or even a hope of getting another one unless he went to a restaurant every morning for breakfast. Considering his work schedule, that was impractical.

      He leaned back in the swivel chair at his desk in the office he now shared with no one. He was happy for his brothers. Most of them had families now, except newly married Rey. Simon and Tira had two little boys. Cag and Tess had a boy. Corrigan and Dorie had a boy and a baby girl. When he looked back, Leo realized that women had been a missing commodity in his life of late. It was late September. Roundup was just over, and there had been so much going on at the ranch, with business, that he’d hardly had time for a night out. He was feeling it.

      Even as he considered his loneliness, the phone rang.

      “Why don’t you come over for supper?” Rey asked when he picked up the receiver.

      “Listen,” Leo drawled, grinning, “you don’t invite your brother over to dinner on your honeymoon.”

      “We got married after Christmas last year,” Rey pointed out.

      “Like I said, you’re still on your honeymoon,” came the amused reply. “Thanks. But I’ve got too much to do.”

      “Work doesn’t make up for a love life.”

      “You’d know,” Leo chuckled.

      “Okay. But the invitation’s open, whenever you want to accept it.”

      “Thanks. I mean it.”

      “Sure.”

      The line went dead. Leo put the receiver down and stretched hugely, bunching the hard muscles in his upper arms. He was the boss as much as his brothers on their five ranch properties, but he did a lot of the daily physical labor that went with cattle raising, and his tall, powerful body was evidence of it. He wondered sometimes if he didn’t work that hard to keep deep-buried needs at bay. In his younger days, women had flocked around him, and he hadn’t been slow to accept sensual invitations. But he was in his thirties now, and casual interludes were no longer satisfying.

      He’d planned to have a quiet weekend at home, but Marilee Morgan, a close friend of Janie Brewster’s, had cajoled him into taking her up to Houston for dinner and to see a ballet she had tickets for. He was partial to ballet, and Marilee explained that she couldn’t drive herself because her car was in the shop. She was easy on the eyes, and she was sophisticated. Not that Leo was tempted to let himself be finagled into any sort of intimacy with her. He didn’t want her carrying tales of his private life to Janie, who had an obvious and uncomfortable crush on him.

      He knew that Marilee would never have asked him to take her any place in Jacobsville, Texas, because it was a small town and news of the date would inevitably get back to Janie. It might help show the girl that Leo was a free agent, but it wouldn’t help his friendship with Fred Brewster to know that Leo was playing fast and loose with Janie’s best friend. Some best friend, he thought privately.

      But taking Marilee out would have one really good consequence—it would get him out of a dinner date at the Brewsters’ house. He and Fred Brewster were friends and business associates, and he enjoyed the time he spent with the older man. Well, except for two members of his family, he amended darkly. He didn’t like Fred’s sister, Lydia. She was a busybody who had highfalutin ideas. Fortunately, she was hardly ever around and she didn’t live with Fred. He had mixed feelings about Fred’s daughter Janie, who was twenty-one and bristling with psychology advice after her graduation from a junior college in that subject. She’d made Cag furious with her analyses of his food preferences, and Leo was becoming adept at avoiding invitations that would put him in her line of fire.

      Not that she was bad looking. She had long, thick light brown hair and a neat little figure. But she also had a crush on Leo, which was very visible. He considered her totally unacceptable as a playmate for a man his age, and he knocked back her attempts at flirting with lazy skill. He’d known her since she was ten and wearing braces on her teeth. It was hard to get that image out of his mind.

      Besides, she couldn’t cook. Her rubber chicken dinners were infamous locally, and her biscuits could be classified as lethal weapons.

      Thinking about those biscuits made him pick up the phone and dial Marilee.

      She was curt when she picked up the phone, but the minute he spoke, her voice softened.

      “Well, hello, Leo,” she said huskily.

      “What time do you want me to pick you up Saturday night?”

      There was a faint hesitation. “You won’t, uh, mention this to Janie?”

      “I have as little contact with Janie as I can. You know that,” he said impatiently.

      “Just checking,” she teased, but she sounded worried. “I’ll be ready to leave about six.”

      “Suppose