The Pride Of Jared MacKade: the classic story from the queen of romance that you won’t be able to put down. Нора Робертс

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      He was a man who stood for something, and never turned his back on a fight. So when Jared MacKade’s work as an attorney brought him up against Savannah Morningstar, her rude behavior and strong defenses weren’t going to stop him.

      Savannah was the type of woman who defeated odds brutally stacked against her. And once he got to know her, Jared was determined to be the man to stand beside her in the fight.

      For women with a past

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Prologue

      The woods echoed with war whoops and running feet. Troops were fully engaged in the battle, peppering the fields beyond the trees with sporadic shelling. The day rang with the crash of weapons and the cries of the wounded.

      Already dozens of lives had been lost, and the survivors were out for blood.

      Leaves, still lush and green from the dying summer, formed a canopy overhead, allowing only thin, dusty beams of sunlight to trickle through. The air was thick and humid and carried the rich scent of earth and animal in its blistering heat.

      There was no place Jared MacKade was happier than in the haunted woods.

      He was a Union officer, a captain. He got to be captain because, at twelve, he was the oldest, and it was his right. His troops consisted of his brother Devin, who, being ten, had to be content with the rank of corporal.

      Their mission was clear. Annihilate the Rebels.

      Because war was a serious business, Jared had plotted out his strategy. He’d chosen Devin for his troops because Devin could follow orders. Devin was also a good thinker.

      And Devin was a vicious take-no-prisoners hand-to-hand fighter.

      Rafe and Shane, the other MacKade brothers, were ferocious fighters too, but they were, Jared knew, impulsive. Even now, they were racing through the woods, whooping and hollering, while Jared waited patiently in ambush.

      “They’re going to separate, you watch,” Jared muttered as he and Devin hunkered down in the brush. “Rafe figures on drawing us out and clobbering us.” Jared spit, because he was twelve and spitting was cool. “He doesn’t have a military mind.”

      “Shane doesn’t have a mind at all,” Devin put in, with the expected disdain of brother for brother.

      They grinned over that, two young boys with disheveled black hair and handsome faces that were grimy with dirt and sweat. Jared’s eyes, a cool grassy green, scanned the woods. He knew every rock, every stump, every beaten path. Often he came here alone, to wander or just to sit. And to listen. To the wind in the trees, the rustle of squirrels and rabbits. To the murmur of ghosts.

      He knew others had fought here, died here. And it fascinated him. He’d grown up on the Civil War battlefield of Antietam, Maryland, and he knew, as any young boy would, the maneuvers and mistakes, the triumphs and tragedies of that fateful day in September 1862.

      A battle that had earned its place in history as the bloodiest day of the Civil War was bound to tug at the imagination of a young boy. He had combed every foot of the battlefield with his brothers, played dead in Bloody Lane, raced through his own cornfields, where black powder had scorched the drying stalks so long ago.

      He had brooded many a night over the concept of brother against brother—for real—and wondered what part he might have played if he had been born in time for those terrible and heroic days.

      Yet what fascinated him most was that men had given their lives for an idea. Often, when he sat quietly with the woods around him, he dreamed over fighting for something as precious as an idea, and dying proudly.

      His mother often told him that a man needed goals, and strong beliefs and pride in the seeking of them. Then she would laugh that deep laugh of hers, tousle his hair and tell him that having pride would never be his problem. He already had too much of it.

      He wanted to be the best, the fastest, the strongest, the smartest. It wasn’t an easy target, not with three equally determined brothers. So he pushed himself. Studied longer, fought more fiercely, worked harder.

      Losing just wasn’t an option for Jared MacKade.

      “They’re coming,” Jared whispered.

      Devin nodded. He’d been listening to the crackle of twigs, the rustle of brush. Biding his time. “Rafe’s that way. Shane circled behind.”

      Jared didn’t question Devin’s assessment. His brother had instincts like a cat. “I’ll take Rafe. You stay here until we’re engaged. Shane’ll come running. Then you can take him out.”

      Anticipation brightened Jared’s eyes. The two brothers’ hands clutched in a brief salute. “Victory or death.”

      Jared caught his first sight of the faded blue shirt, a blur of movement as the enemy dashed from tree to tree. With the patience of a snake, he waited, waited. Then, with a blood curdling cry, leaped.

      He brought Rafe down in a flying tackle that had them both skittering over the rough dirt into the prickle of wild blackberries.

      It was a good surprise attack, but Jared wasn’t foolish enough to think that would be the end of it. Rafe was a vicious opponent—as any kid at Antietam Elementary could attest. He fought with a kind of fiendish enjoyment that Jared understood perfectly.

      There really was nothing better than pounding someone on a hot summer day when the threat of school was creeping closer and all the morning chores were behind you.

      Thorns tore at clothes and scratched flesh. The two boys wrestled back to the path, fists and elbows ramming, sneakers digging in at the heels for purchase. Nearby, a second battle was under way, with curses and grunts and the satisfying crunch of bodies over aged dried leaves.

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