Montana Love Letter

Montana Love Letter
Charlotte Carter

THE FRIENDLIEST TOWN IN MONTANA A fresh start for her troubled daughter—that’s what widow Janelle Townsend wants to find in Bear Lake, Montana. The five-year-old girl hasn’t spoken a word in months. But when the family of two meets widower Adam Hunter and his kind daughter, Janelle’s child begins to blossom.Still, the handsome auto mechanic keeps Janelle at arm’s length. He seems to be hiding something painful—something he can’t bear to share. Perhaps their two sweet children can help Janelle show him that opening the heart to love is life’s greatest joy.

The Friendliest Town In Montana

A fresh start for her troubled daughter—that’s what widow Janelle Townsend wants to find in Bear Lake, Montana. The five-year-old girl hasn’t spoken a word in months. But when the family of two meets widower Adam Hunter and his kind daughter, Janelle’s child begins to blossom. Still, the handsome auto mechanic keeps Janelle at arm’s length. He seems to be hiding something painful—something he can’t bear to share. Perhaps their two sweet children can help Janelle show him that opening the heart to love is life’s greatest joy.

“I appreciate all your help, Adam,” Janelle said, “including letting us stay in the cottage tonight.”

“No problem.” He pushed himself to his feet. “I’m going to call it a night. You want me to get your daughter for you?”

“If you don’t mind. She’s getting almost too heavy for me to carry.”

Together they walked inside. Janelle stopped at Hailey’s bedroom door.

“I meant to comment on the good job you’re doing raising your daughter on your own,” Janelle said. “She’s a lovely girl.”

“Thanks. She is a good kid. I’m a little worried, though, about when she gets to be a teenager. I’m sure not going to be able to give her much advice about dating and wearing makeup and stuff like that.”

Janelle chuckled. “You’ll figure it out.” A father as devoted as Adam would do just fine as long as Hailey knew how much he loved her.

Janelle wished Rae had a father like that.

CHARLOTTE CARTER

A multipublished author of more than fifty romances, cozy mysteries and inspirational titles, Charlotte Carter lives in Southern California with her husband of forty-nine years and their cat, Mittens. They have two married daughters and five grandchildren. When she’s not writing, Charlotte does a little stand-up comedy, “G-Rated Humor for Grownups,” and teaches workshops on the craft of writing.

Montana Love Letter

Charlotte Carter

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

There are also heavenly bodies and there are

earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another. The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another;

and star differs from star in splendor.

—1 Corinthians 15:40, 41

For my husband, Chuck,

who gave me my first how-to-write-a-romance book twenty years ago. You’re my real-life hero.

Contents

Chapter One (#udff9c508-b8ff-5eee-bb28-8121761d564e)

Chapter Two (#u40e9e3a9-d086-50e2-87ac-9d7db41fbf01)

Chapter Three (#u264c574c-1f9a-554d-8123-afbcb8e827fd)

Chapter Four (#u35eaf435-ad61-5cfd-bfcf-29c5da38dc84)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)

Questions for Discussion (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

“What do you mean, I have to pay cash?” Adam Hunter speared his grease-stained fingers through his hair. He’d taken over the Bear Lake Garage from his dad ten years ago. Adam, and his father before him, had always had a line of credit at the local bank. They’d been doing business on credit with the auto-parts store in Missoula for thirty years or more.

The lanky auto-parts delivery kid shrugged. “That’s what the boss said. Only cash. No credit.”

“There must be some mistake,” Adam said.

“You can call Devin if you want.” The kid handed him the invoice. “It says right there, cash only.”

Adam took a quick glance at the papers listing the parts he knew he had ordered: a new headlight for a customer who had missed the target driving into his own garage, a dozen sets of spark plugs, radiator hoses, a couple of batteries to have on hand. He pretty much had to take the kid’s word for it that the red stamp across the invoice meant what it said: CASH ONLY.