Zack's Montana Bride (Sweet, Clean Western Historical Romance)(Montana Ranchers and Brides Series) Read Online Free

Zack's Montana Bride (Sweet, Clean Western Historical Romance)(Montana Ranchers and Brides Series)
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    Everyone shook hands with Mrs. Brodie.
    "Are you hungry?" Mrs. Brodie said, addressing all four of them. The silent look she received was all the reply she needed.
    "Well. I've cooked some lunch for you all. Just get yourselves freshened up and settled in, and it'll be down here, waiting for you," she said.
    "That's very kind of you, Mrs. Brodie. I'm sure the children are already looking forward to that. Isn't that right?" Lydia said glancing at all three girls. They nodded in unison and Lydia smiled with satisfaction.
    The housekeeper glanced at Zack, a look of light hearted concern on her face. "I think you better get that upstairs before you collapse," she said.
    "Follow me," Zack said and started up the stairs. He heard the sound of the footsteps behind him. It sounded like an army had just moved into the ranch.
    Zack led them down the hall and stopped outside the bedroom where he'd spent so long trying to fit in the three small beds.
    "This is your room, ladies," Zack said addressing the three girls. Zack felt something sink in his gut when he saw the expression on their faces. They weren't impressed. He could tell that right away.
    Gretchen's mouth opened and he could see she was about to say something, but Lydia spoke up first. "It's lovely, Zack. Exactly what I asked for." Lydia wrapped an arm around the girls' shoulders and drew them all close. "You know how you all like to sleep in the same room, girls. Think how cozy it'll be. Nights can be a little cold out in Montana. That's right, isn't it, Zack?" Lydia said glancing at him.
    He hesitated, then agreed. "Uh. Sure. Maybe once you're all settled in we can rearrange things," he said.
    "That won't be necessary," Lydia said. "They're going to be very comfortable here," she said following Zack into the room. He laid the trunk down. He turned to the children and watched them file into the room, seeing their expressions of uncertainty as they peered at the beds. "In any case, the ranch is a big place," he said. "You've got plenty a space to roam. You'll see."
    Lydia gave him a smile.
    Zack straightened. "I'll leave you ladies to unpack. And see you downstairs. I think Mrs. Brodie will be glad to serve you all some good, wholesome ranch food."
    Gretchen rolled her eyes, but Zack just smiled.
    Lydia looked at Zack. "Thank you, Zack. That sounds lovely. We'll be down in a short while."
    Zack nodded and locked his eyes on Lydia. He couldn't believe it. She was here, standing in his home, speaking with him, being polite, well mannered, cold even. And that was the only thing that really bothered him as he turned and made his way out of the room.
    Lydia had been formal, polite and reserved. All the times he'd thought about their reunion, Zack had never once thought that it would be like this. Polite. Cold. Formal. He'd imagined something entirely different. Something warm, passionate, even tender.
    But it just hadn't been like that at all.
    And, as he made his way downstairs, Zack Buchanan asked himself if he'd made the biggest mistake of his life in asking Lydia to come back to him, children and all. Above all he asked himself how he was possibly going to formally ask her to become his wife.

CHAPTER THREE

    She was here. In Zack's house. At last. After so much deliberation and so many letters. He'd been so polite and gentle in the way he'd welcomed them to his ranch. Lydia wondered if Zack had felt the same rush of emotion that she had felt on seeing him for the first time in nine years. So much had happened. So much had changed. But one thing was the same as it had always been. The effect that Zack Buchanan had upon the beating of her heart.
    Just sitting on the buggy, watching him emerge slowly from the inside of the ranch house, had made her pulse begin to race, her throat to tighten. He looked so different and yet still recognizable as the man she'd left behind. It had taken all her strength to contain the urge to call out to him as the buggy had pulled up
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