Even before her daughter, Tiffany, opened the front door of the city mansion, Rose Warren had stopped crying, but she couldn't get the words out of her mind that had upset her to tears: “Come with her, Rose. Fifteen years have passed. Haven't you tortured us all long enough?"

She usually let her daughter read letters from Franklin Warren. He always kept a neutral tone so that Rose could share them with her daughter. But not this time, and Rose hurriedly crumpled up the letter and slipped it into her pocket when she heard Tiffany's voice coming from the hall. The daughter did not know why her parents did not live together. Even Frank did not know the true reason that made Rose leave him. And after so many years, it seemed better to leave things as they were.

“Tiffany, come into the living room, please!” the daughter called to Rose before she went upstairs to her room.

Tiffany took off her hat as she entered the living room, revealing her reddish-blond hair in the midday light. Then she pulled off a short light cape from her shoulders. Although the weather was warm, decency required that respectable ladies should dress appropriately when they left their homes.

Looking at her daughter, Rose once again realized that her dear baby was no longer small. Tiffany turned eighteen this year, and Rose prayed that her daughter would stop growing. At five feet and eight inches, she was already well above average and often lamented about it. Tiffany's height went to her father, but she inherited emerald green eyes from him, she just did not know about it. From Rose she inherited graceful features that made her unusually pretty, and red hair, but more of a copper hue.

“I received a letter from your father.

There was no answer.

Tiffany used to enjoy Frank's letters, but that time had long since ended—around the same time she stopped asking when he would arrive.

Rose's heart broke at the indifference with which her daughter began to treat her father. Of course, Tiffany didn't have any memories of Frank. She was too small when they left Nashart, a small town in Montana. Rose felt that she should have allowed them to date. Frank was generous enough to send boys to her in New York, and she felt guilty that she was not paying him the same by not allowing her daughter to visit him in Montana. But she was too afraid that Frank would not let Tiffany come home. It was her nightmare, and by no means unfounded. In anger, Frank threatened to take her daughter away from her. This was not the only threat he resorted to in an attempt to reunite his family, and he could hardly be blamed for these attempts. But Rose knew that would never happen. And now she had to face what she feared most: if Tiffany ended up in Montana, she, Rose, would never see her again.

Perhaps she should have insisted that Tiffany's fiancé come to New York and court her here. But for Frank, this would be the last straw. For fifteen years, he respected her wishes and kept away from her daughter. But the time has come, and Tiffany must return to his roof. The mother promised this to Frank and cannot, in good conscience, keep them apart any longer.

Stepping closer, Tiffany held out her hand for the letter. But Rose pointed her to the sofa.

Tiffany, somewhat puzzled, raised an eyebrow, but sat down across from her mother. The room was large, as was the house itself. Rose's parents came from wealthy families who had arrived from the Old World, and now the whole fortune belonged to her. Back from three year old daughter from Montana, Rose discovered that her mother was recovering from illnesses that, in the five years that Rose had been away, had left her disabled. Mother lived only four years, but at least Tiffany recognized her grandmother.

It was a painful time in Rose's life.

Joanna Lindsay

Love doesn't wait

Even before her daughter, Tiffany, opened the front door of the city mansion, Rose Warren had stopped crying, but she couldn't get the words out of her mind that had upset her to tears: “Come with her, Rose. Fifteen years have passed. Haven't you tortured us all long enough?"

She usually let her daughter read letters from Franklin Warren. He always kept a neutral tone so that Rose could share them with her daughter. But not this time, and Rose hurriedly crumpled up the letter and slipped it into her pocket when she heard Tiffany's voice coming from the hall. The daughter did not know why her parents did not live together. Even Frank did not know the true reason that made Rose leave him. And after so many years, it seemed better to leave things as they were.

Tiffany, please come into the living room! Rose called to her daughter before she went upstairs to her room.

Tiffany took off her hat as she entered the living room, revealing her reddish-blond hair in the midday light. Then she pulled off a short light cape from her shoulders. Although the weather was warm, decency required that respectable ladies should dress appropriately when they left their homes.

Looking at her daughter, Rose once again realized that her dear baby was no longer small. Tiffany turned eighteen this year, and Rose prayed that her daughter would stop growing. At five feet and eight inches, she was already well above average and often lamented about it. Tiffany's height went to her father, but she inherited emerald green eyes from him, she just did not know about it. From Rose she inherited graceful features that made her unusually pretty, and red hair, but more of a copper hue.

I received a letter from your father.

There was no answer.

Tiffany used to enjoy Frank's letters, but that time was long over - around the same time she stopped asking when he would arrive.

Rose's heart broke at the indifference with which her daughter began to treat her father. Of course, Tiffany didn't have any memories of Frank. She was too small when they left Nashart, a small town in Montana. Rose felt that she should have allowed them to date. Frank was generous enough to send boys to her in New York, and she felt guilty that she was not paying him the same by not allowing her daughter to visit him in Montana. But she was too afraid that Frank would not let Tiffany come home. It was her nightmare, and by no means unfounded. In anger, Frank threatened to take her daughter away from her. This was not the only threat he resorted to in an attempt to reunite his family, and he could hardly be blamed for these attempts. But Rose knew that would never happen. And now she had to face what she feared most: if Tiffany ended up in Montana, she, Rose, would never see her again.

Perhaps she should have insisted that Tiffany's fiancé come to New York and court her here. But for Frank, this would be the last straw. For fifteen years, he respected her wishes and kept away from her daughter. But the time has come, and Tiffany must return to his roof. The mother promised this to Frank and cannot, in good conscience, keep them apart any longer.

Stepping closer, Tiffany held out her hand for the letter. But Rose pointed her to the sofa.

Tiffany, somewhat puzzled, raised an eyebrow, but sat down across from her mother. The room was large, as was the house itself. Rose's parents came from wealthy families who had arrived from the Old World, and now the whole fortune belonged to her. Returning with her three-year-old daughter from Montana, Rose found that her mother was recovering from illnesses that, during the five years that Rose had been away, had left her disabled. Mother lived only four years, but at least Tiffany recognized her grandmother.

It was a painful time in Rose's life. She had to give up her husband and three sons, and then she lost her only parent. But at least she had Tiffany. She would probably go crazy if she had to hand over Tiffany too. But that day has come...

Another important conversation? asked Tiffany in a bored tone.

You've gotten cocky since you were eighteen, Rose pointed out.

Well, if that's what you call the indignation that gnaws at me, then fine. Let me be bold.

Tiffany...

I'm not going to Montana, Mom. I don't care what that means bloodshed. I will not go there, even if I never see my brothers again. I refuse to marry a man I've never seen," Tiffany declared, crossing her arms over her chest and lifting her chin defiantly. - Well, finally, I expressed everything that I think, and I will not change my decision.

I totally agree with you.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise and she squealed with delight.

Thank you! You have no idea how worried I was about this...

Let me finish,” Rose interrupted her. - I agree that you can't marry a man you've never seen. You go to Montana and meet him. You will have a few months to get to know him better. And if after that time you come to the conclusion that you don't like him, you have the right to end this engagement and return to New York before the cold weather. I give you my word, Tiffany.

Why did you never tell me that I could refuse this marriage that you and your father arranged when I was very young?

Because I was hoping that you would willingly go along with the choice I made for you. I wanted you to get used to the idea and maybe even yearn for this moment.

But Montana is a wild place!

Can't we talk without screaming? Rose inquired, and added with a slight chuckle, "Montana isn't quite as wild as you think." It seemed to me that the brothers convinced you of this. This is one of the most beautiful places that I have ever seen. It is possible that you will like it there.

I like it here, where I grew up, where my friends live, where you live," Tiffany muttered and continued louder, "And where men don't carry revolvers on their belts, always ready to shoot a man. How could you even agree to this, Mom?

This was my suggestion.

Rose had never admitted this to her daughter, and now, looking into Tiffany's emerald eyes wide with surprise, she wished she had found a way to explain herself sooner. However, this was hardly possible.

It turns out that you are throwing me to be eaten by wolves?

Two families that have been at war for a long time finally decided to reconcile. And of course, the best move is to marry your children, Tiffany and Hunter. True, the bride, due to certain circumstances, never saw the groom. Of course, no one is going to force Tiffany if she doesn't like Hunter. By chance, the girl ends up on his ranch and pretends to be a housekeeper. Hunter also does not burn with the desire to marry a pampered, in his terms, city dweller. He falls in love with a young housekeeper, not suspecting that this is his betrothed ...

Joanna Lindsay

Love doesn't wait

Chapter 1

Even before her daughter, Tiffany, opened the front door of the city mansion, Rose Warren had stopped crying, but she couldn't get the words out of her mind that had upset her to tears: “Come with her, Rose. Fifteen years have passed. Haven't you tortured us all long enough?"

She usually let her daughter read letters from Franklin Warren. He always kept a neutral tone so that Rose could share them with her daughter. But not this time, and Rose hurriedly crumpled up the letter and slipped it into her pocket when she heard Tiffany's voice coming from the hall. The daughter did not know why her parents did not live together. Even Frank did not know the true reason that made Rose leave him. And after so many years, it seemed better to leave things as they were.

Tiffany, please come into the living room! Rose called to her daughter before she went upstairs to her room.

Tiffany took off her hat as she entered the living room, revealing her reddish-blond hair in the midday light. Then she pulled off a short light cape from her shoulders. Although the weather was warm, decency required that respectable ladies should dress appropriately when they left their homes.

Looking at her daughter, Rose once again realized that her dear baby was no longer small. Tiffany turned eighteen this year, and Rose prayed that her daughter would stop growing. At five feet and eight inches, she was already well above average and often lamented about it. Tiffany's height went to her father, but she inherited emerald green eyes from him, she just did not know about it. From Rose she inherited graceful features that made her unusually pretty, and red hair, but more of a copper hue.

I received a letter from your father.

There was no answer.

Tiffany used to enjoy Frank's letters, but that time was long over - around the same time she stopped asking when he would arrive.

Rose's heart broke at the indifference with which her daughter began to treat her father. Of course, Tiffany didn't have any memories of Frank. She was too small when they left Nashart, a small town in Montana. Rose felt that she should have allowed them to date. Frank was generous enough to send boys to her in New York, and she felt guilty that she was not paying him the same by not allowing her daughter to visit him in Montana. But she was too afraid that Frank would not let Tiffany come home. It was her nightmare, and by no means unfounded. In anger, Frank threatened to take her daughter away from her. This was not the only threat he resorted to in an attempt to reunite his family, and he could hardly be blamed for these attempts. But Rose knew that would never happen. And now she had to face what she feared most: if Tiffany ended up in Montana, she, Rose, would never see her again.

Perhaps she should have insisted that Tiffany's fiancé come to New York and court her here. But for Frank, this would be the last straw. For fifteen years, he respected her wishes and kept away from her daughter. But the time has come, and Tiffany must return to his roof. The mother promised this to Frank and cannot, in good conscience, keep them apart any longer.

Stepping closer, Tiffany held out her hand for the letter. But Rose pointed her to the sofa.

Tiffany, somewhat puzzled, raised an eyebrow, but sat down across from her mother. The room was large, as was the house itself. Rose's parents came from wealthy families who had arrived from the Old World, and now the whole fortune belonged to her. Returning with her three-year-old daughter from Montana, Rose found that her mother was recovering from illnesses that, during the five years that Rose had been away, had left her disabled. Mother lived only four years, but at least Tiffany recognized her grandmother.

It was a painful time in Rose's life. She had to give up her husband and three sons, and then she lost her only parent. But at least she had Tiffany. She would probably go crazy if she had to hand over Tiffany too. But that day has come...

Joanna Lindsay

Love doesn't wait

Even before her daughter, Tiffany, opened the front door of the city mansion, Rose Warren had stopped crying, but she couldn't get the words out of her mind that had upset her to tears: “Come with her, Rose. Fifteen years have passed. Haven't you tortured us all long enough?"

She usually let her daughter read letters from Franklin Warren. He always kept a neutral tone so that Rose could share them with her daughter. But not this time, and Rose hurriedly crumpled up the letter and slipped it into her pocket when she heard Tiffany's voice coming from the hall. The daughter did not know why her parents did not live together. Even Frank did not know the true reason that made Rose leave him. And after so many years, it seemed better to leave things as they were.

Tiffany, please come into the living room! Rose called to her daughter before she went upstairs to her room.

Tiffany took off her hat as she entered the living room, revealing her reddish-blond hair in the midday light. Then she pulled off a short light cape from her shoulders. Although the weather was warm, decency required that respectable ladies should dress appropriately when they left their homes.

Looking at her daughter, Rose once again realized that her dear baby was no longer small. Tiffany turned eighteen this year, and Rose prayed that her daughter would stop growing. At five feet and eight inches, she was already well above average and often lamented about it. Tiffany's height went to her father, but she inherited emerald green eyes from him, she just did not know about it. From Rose she inherited graceful features that made her unusually pretty, and red hair, but more of a copper hue.

I received a letter from your father.

There was no answer.

Tiffany used to enjoy Frank's letters, but that time was long over - around the same time she stopped asking when he would arrive.

Rose's heart broke at the indifference with which her daughter began to treat her father. Of course, Tiffany didn't have any memories of Frank. She was too small when they left Nashart, a small town in Montana. Rose felt that she should have allowed them to date. Frank was generous enough to send boys to her in New York, and she felt guilty that she was not paying him the same by not allowing her daughter to visit him in Montana. But she was too afraid that Frank would not let Tiffany come home. It was her nightmare, and by no means unfounded. In anger, Frank threatened to take her daughter away from her. This was not the only threat he resorted to in an attempt to reunite his family, and he could hardly be blamed for these attempts. But Rose knew that would never happen. And now she had to face what she feared most: if Tiffany ended up in Montana, she, Rose, would never see her again.

Perhaps she should have insisted that Tiffany's fiancé come to New York and court her here. But for Frank, this would be the last straw. For fifteen years, he respected her wishes and kept away from her daughter. But the time has come, and Tiffany must return to his roof. The mother promised this to Frank and cannot, in good conscience, keep them apart any longer.

Stepping closer, Tiffany held out her hand for the letter. But Rose pointed her to the sofa.

Tiffany, somewhat puzzled, raised an eyebrow, but sat down across from her mother. The room was large, as was the house itself. Rose's parents came from wealthy families who had arrived from the Old World, and now the whole fortune belonged to her. Returning with her three-year-old daughter from Montana, Rose found that her mother was recovering from illnesses that, during the five years that Rose had been away, had left her disabled. Mother lived only four years, but at least Tiffany recognized her grandmother.

It was a painful time in Rose's life. She had to give up her husband and three sons, and then she lost her only parent. But at least she had Tiffany. She would probably go crazy if she had to hand over Tiffany too. But that day has come...

Another important conversation? asked Tiffany in a bored tone.

You've gotten cocky since you were eighteen, Rose pointed out.

Well, if that's what you call the indignation that gnaws at me, then fine. Let me be bold.

Tiffany...

I'm not going to Montana, Mom. I don't care what that means bloodshed. I will not go there, even if I never see my brothers again. I refuse to marry a man I've never seen," Tiffany declared, crossing her arms over her chest and lifting her chin defiantly. - Well, finally, I expressed everything that I think, and I will not change my decision.

I totally agree with you.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise and she squealed with delight.

Thank you! You have no idea how worried I was about this...

Let me finish,” Rose interrupted her. - I agree that you can't marry a man you've never seen. You go to Montana and meet him. You will have a few months to get to know him better. And if after that time you come to the conclusion that you don't like him, you have the right to end this engagement and return to New York before the cold weather. I give you my word, Tiffany.

Why did you never tell me that I could refuse this marriage that you and your father arranged when I was very young?

Because I was hoping that you would willingly go along with the choice I made for you. I wanted you to get used to the idea and maybe even yearn for this moment.

But Montana is a wild place!

Can't we talk without screaming? Rose inquired, and added with a slight chuckle, "Montana isn't quite as wild as you think." It seemed to me that the brothers convinced you of this. This is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It is possible that you will like it there.

I like it here, where I grew up, where my friends live, where you live," Tiffany muttered and continued louder, "And where men don't carry revolvers on their belts, always ready to shoot a man. How could you even agree to this, Mom?

This was my suggestion.

Rose had never admitted this to her daughter, and now, looking into Tiffany's emerald eyes wide with surprise, she wished she had found a way to explain herself sooner. However, this was hardly possible.

It turns out that you are throwing me to be eaten by wolves?

For God's sake, Tiffany, let's do without melodrama. It was the only thing I could think of to end the feud between the Callaghans and the Warrens. And although it did not start because of a strip of land with a source of water located between two ranches, both sides use this land to stir up discord, declaring it their own. I've never seen such brainless stubborn people. As soon as they are at the source at the same time, the shooting begins. Inclusion of this site in the prenuptial agreement between you and Hunter Callahan would put an end to mutual claims.

And you chose to end a feud you didn't start by sacrificing your only daughter?

For your information, young lady, Zachary Callahan is one of the most handsome men that I have ever met. And given the fact that he married a pretty woman, there is no doubt that his sons will grow up to be just as handsome. So I didn't feel like I was sacrificing you at all. On the contrary, I was quite sure that you would be delighted to have one of the Callaghans as your husband. And then, being a person from the outside, I looked at things with different eyes. Of course, ranchers are quite aggressive, especially when it comes to their property, but I don't think that's all that uncommon in those places. Frank and Zachary are just two stubborn people who do not want to give up an inch. The rift began with a nasty story, and disputes over a creek on the border between two ranches do not let it end. But that doesn't mean the Callaghans are complete villains. Zachary may have a short temper and a bad temper, but he is a devoted husband and a good father, which says a lot about the family.

Tiffany didn't interact much with her father. She lived with her mother all the time in a large mansion in New York. But now she must go to another city, where she will meet her future husband. The two feuding families decided to come to terms, and the wedding of their children would be the perfect way out and would cement their agreement. Of course, no one forces Tiffany to marry if she doesn’t like the groom at all. But only Hunter is also not eager to marry some pampered townswoman, who probably has that character. In addition, he falls in love with the new housekeeper, who seems to him perfection. But the guy still does not know who is really hiding behind the identity of the housekeeper ...

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