Colters' Promise (Colters' Legacy, #4)(6)

CHAPTER 3




WARM lips nuzzled her neck, sending chill bumps dancing down her spine. Holly Colter smiled and turned into her husband’s arms.

“Good morning,” Adam murmured just before he captured her lips in a long, tender kiss.

She sighed because this never got old. It was the way he’d greeted her every morning for more than thirty years. She returned his kiss hungrily even as she melted more firmly into his strong embrace.

“I love you.”

He pulled away and smiled. “Love you too, baby.”

They both turned when they heard the back door into the kitchen open. Ethan and Ryan came in, stomping snow from their boots. Her heart melted as their gazes found hers, as if they’d looked immediately for her.

“Is it still snowing?” she asked.

Ethan nodded. “Not too bad. Just steady. Supposed to quit by this afternoon.”

She broke away from Adam and closed the distance between them. Ryan caught her first, pulling her into his arms. His face was cold, his lips colder, but as soon as their mouths met, heat surged through her veins.

He slipped his hand into her hair and curled his fingers around the strands, holding her in place as he devoured her lips.

As soon as he relinquished his hold on her, Ethan tugged her toward him. He kissed her but dropped his mouth down to nuzzle at her neck.

“Are the roads clear?” she asked as Ethan tucked her into his side.

Adam frowned. “I think so. Why do you ask?”

Holly rolled her eyes because she knew what was coming. But she barged ahead anyway. Her men hadn’t changed one iota over the years. She didn’t love them any less but it didn’t mean she paid them any mind when they started in with their worrying.

“I’m going to see Lily. Thought I’d call Callie and see if she wanted to ride over with me.”

“Max is back,” Ryan said. “I saw his SUV before we came in. Doubt we’ll see Callie for at least a day.”

Holly chuckled softly. She was glad Max was back home. Callie had missed him fiercely. She was always glad when her family was where they belonged. Home. On their mountain. Right where she could see them and talk to them anytime she wanted.

“Guess I’ll be going to Lily’s by myself then.”

Adam’s frown grew bigger and he shook his head. “You know one of us will drive you over.”

“Not necessary,” she said lightly. “Lily and I have women stuff to do and you’ll just get in the way.”

Ryan scowled but he didn’t argue.

“Take the SUV and make sure it’s in four-wheel drive,” Ethan said.

Holly sighed. “At what point will I be able to get into a vehicle to drive myself into town without the three of you worrying?”

Adam sent her a quelling stare. “Try never? We’ll always worry when you aren’t with us, baby. That ain’t going to change. And it’s not like you’re taking a drive down some city street or the interstate. The drive down the mountain is dangerous even in great weather. It’s snowing and the roads are wet and messy.”

She broke from Ethan, went over to Adam, and stood up on tiptoe to brush her lips over his. “I’ll be fine. Do any of you need anything from town?”

They all shook their heads.

“Call one of us when you get there,” Ethan said.

She sent him an exasperated look.

“Just do it,” Ryan growled.

She left the room, grumbling under her breath, but as soon as she was away, she broke into a huge smile. Her heart felt as light as it had so many years ago. The love of her husbands was constant. It was true. It was her shelter.

LILY drove aimlessly, her direction unclear. The wipers moved across her windshield, melting the spiraling snowflakes in a wet path across the glass.

Instinctively she turned toward home and the road at the edge of town that led upward to the cabin where she lived with Seth, Michael, and Dillon.

When she pulled into the drive, she parked and sat for a long moment before opening the door. A whoosh of cold air skittered over her. She shivered but plunged out into the chill, needing something to center her.

She dragged her sweater around her and trudged through the snow toward the back of the house where her husbands had built a private memorial to Rose. It had been a gift to her, a place where she could go and be at peace, surrounded by the mountains and the quiet.

The rose of Sharon vine that covered a trellis framing a spectacular vista was brown and withered, the burst of color long gone since winter had descended on the mountains.

She perched on the edge of a wooden bench that Dillon had crafted with his own hands. Intricately carved on the seat was a flowering vine mirroring the one on the trellis. Roses for Rose.

Tears crowded her vision as she looked up. She inhaled deeply, taking in the cold, crisp air. Snowflakes landed on her lashes and she blinked them, and her tears, away.

But they continued, warm trails down her cheeks, quickly turning to ice.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “Help me.”

Her chest swelled with grief and sadness. And fear. So much fear that it threatened to overwhelm her.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I know I was angry with you for taking her from me. I don’t deserve your mercy or understanding, but I need your help.”