SNOWBOUND HEARTS: Chapter Eleven

When Anna came to his workshop, he’d deliver a heartfelt apology for the jackass he’d been today. And that kiss she’d planted on him? He’d forget about it. Yeah, right

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BEHIND THE WORDS

This chapter turns up the heat—on the tension between Dwight and Anna and the danger that’s creeping closer. Dwight’s spent his life relying on his instincts, but Anna throws him off balance in ways he doesn’t want to admit. He knows he was too hard on her at the Brewster ranch, but apologizing means facing the real reason he snapped. And he’s not sure he’s ready for that.

Dinner should be a break from everything—a moment of normalcy. But it’s not. Anna fits into his home too easily, and Dwight catches himself noticing things he shouldn’t. The way she smiles. The way she moves. The way his family treats her like she already belongs. Then there’s the workshop, where trust edges into something deeper. Anna, always fearless, pushes for honesty. And Dwight, despite himself, lets her in—more than he planned to.

But just when the cracks between them start to show, the mystery takes center stage. Malachi Wolfe isn’t just a bad memory—he’s a very real threat, the kind of man who doesn’t leave loose ends. Anna’s past isn’t just chasing her anymore; it’s here, and it’s dangerous.

This chapter is all about collision—personal struggles slamming into an unfolding mystery. Every glance, every touch, every new piece of information adds to the weight pressing down on them. And the question neither of them dares to ask? How much more will they have to lose before this is over?

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dwight knelt by the fireplace and began neatly stacking the wood into the metal rack. From the corner of his eye, he could see Anna and Lael as they darted about the kitchen preparing food.

Losing his temper wasn’t something he did often and the fact that he’d lost it with Anna made him feel like a bastard.

She’d been moved to tears by the money Hogue had left her and understandably upset by the disrepair of the old Brewster home.

And he’d been an asshole to her all because she’d told him to let her go. He knew he needed to apologize, but if he did, she might want an explanation as to what had set him off.

And that was? My deceased wife tells me I should do the same with her?