He deserved better than he'd allowed himself to have. He deserved to smile and laugh, and going deeper than simple contentment, he deserved to fall in love. To burn for a woman and have her ache for him in return. He deserved to be in love, and he longed to make love. But what if he was too old and washed up? What if no woman anywhere would look twice at him because he refused to leave Montana? ----- Malcolm Stratton's wife...