Broken Love (Broken #4)(34)

Good lord. I’m talking to pretend ghosts now. Maybe I do need to get out of this house.

Pushing out a breath, I let out a giggle. “I’ve officially gone insane.”

Placing the picture on the desk again, I turned to head back to the table and to the bookshelf but something caught my eye. The sunlight was hitting the picture frame and casting the light onto a book. Reaching up, I pulled it out and gasped.

Montgomery Family Bible

“Oh my word … this is beautiful.”

The leather Bible was old and in delicate shape. I carefully opened it to see the front pages filled out with births and marriages.

My heartbeat began beating faster as I carefully closed it and made my way over to the couch. Slowly sitting down, I set the Bible on the table and cautiously opened it again. This time, I ran my finger over the faded writing.

Robert Montgomery – Hampshire 1890

Candice Montgomery – Hampshire 1892

Katherine Montgomery – Hampshire 1893

“Holy. Shit,” I mumbled as I tried to read the next name but couldn’t make it out.

My head snapped up as I looked around. “How cool is this!”

When I glanced back down to the Bible, I saw a piece of paper sticking out and turned to the page that held it.

It was an old letter folded up neatly. I ever so carefully unfolded it and started to read it.





I read the letter three times before folding it back up tucking it into the page where I found it.

What did he do? What was the decision he made? Did Lizzy accept his proposal? Was that the same Robert as in the Bible? Who was Lizzy?

My mind raced as I carefully turned each page. I was stunned to find another letter … this one much more recent.

As I read it, my heart dropped and tears formed in my eyes. It was clear who had written it.





My hands dropped to my lap as I held the letter.

Kate.

She must not have had a chance to mail the letter to her best friend before she passed away.

I placed the letter on the table and began going through the Bible in hopes of finding another letter or something from either Robert or Kate. After no luck, I turned and glanced back over to the shelf.

“There has to be a journal somewhere.”

I stood and made my way back over to investigate. Glancing down to Kate’s picture on the desk, my eyes moved across the desk as I took it in. Leaning over, I looked at the old piece of furniture.

“I wonder if it’s like Grandma’s old desk,” I mumbled to myself as I reached under to find a button that might open a secret drawer. When I felt it, I smiled wide. Holy hell … could it have been really that easy?

“Bingo. If all these old pieces had secret compartments how was anything kept secret?”

The excitement in finding an old journal had my hands shaking. Scandalous love affairs! Wait until I tell Mom about this. She’ll eat it up.

I tried my best to bend over more to watch where the drawer opened. Hitting the button, a small drawer at the bottom of the desk opened. Reaching down, I took out a package that had been neatly wrapped in a piece of burlap.

Shutting the drawer, I stood and looked at the treasure I had in my hands. I’d never been so excited in my life to figure out what I had stumbled upon.

As I made my way back to the sofa, I tried to settle my breathing down. This kind of thing only happened in books where you found old Bibles and journals. “Let’s see what kind of trouble the Robert and Lizzy were up to.”

The fabric fell to the side easily as I gasped at what was in my hands. It wasn’t an old journal from Lizzy. My fingers lightly moved across the journal owner’s name.

Kate Montgomery





“HOW IS AVA feeling?” Nate asked.

“Better. She’s getting around more and I actually think she loves that little house.”

Nate frowned. “Wouldn’t she be more comfortable in the main house, Ryder? I mean, I get the whole idea of wanting to be alone, but she’s stuck in basically one giant room. She has to be bored.”

“I’ve asked her if she wanted to move up to the main house and she said she loves where she is.”

Nate shrugged. “It’s probably the pain pills keeping her looped up.”

With a roll of my eyes, I followed him into the kitchen. “So, how are things going back in Austin?”

“Good. I think I’ve got this whole thing down of you not being around. We got the McMurphy Ranch in New Mexico. They are ready to sign up for consulting on going organic. All in all, I think I’m pretty good at this without you, bro.”

Grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, I popped the cap off and took a drink.

“What about you? Liking life on the ranch? Working your ass off from sunup to sundown to please dear old Dad.”

My smile grew as I watched my father walk into the kitchen; his eyes were already burning a hole into Nate.

“Don’t know how you do it … I like city life so much better. No getting up at the crack of dawn, no freezing-cold Montana weather. The endless * alone is enough to make me never want to mend a f*cking fence again in my life.”

This just kept getting better.

“Endless *, huh?”

Nate grabbed himself a beer. “Hell yes. You do remember those days before you turned into a pansy ass, right? What is it about this mountain air that turns Montgomery men into being * whipped?”