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Betrayed by Love
Diana Palmer


From New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer comes a fan-favorite story of second-chance love.Cattle rancher Jacob Cade rarely denies himself anything–except his passion for Kate Walker. When it comes to his younger sister's best friend, Jacob sets boundaries as solid as his ranch fences. But when Kate returns home for his sister's wedding, he sees her with new eyes. She's older, wiser and more attractive than ever–and Jacob can't help but feel that the time for restraint is over…Kate has been in love with Jacob for as long as she can remember. She knows the ruggedly handsome older man isn't offering forever, but the sparks between them are as hot as they ever were. Yet, will a few precious nights in his arms be worth the heartache that's sure to follow?







From New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer comes a fan-favourite story of second-chance love.

Cattle rancher Jacob Cade rarely denies himself anything—except his passion for Kate Walker. When it comes to his younger sister’s best friend, Jacob sets boundaries as solid as his ranch fences. But when Kate returns home for his sister’s wedding, he sees her with new eyes. She’s older, wiser and more attractive than ever—and Jacob can’t help but feel that the time for restraint is over…

Kate has been in love with Jacob for as long as she can remember. She knows the ruggedly handsome older man isn’t offering forever, but the sparks between them are as hot as they ever were. Yet, will a few precious nights in his arms be worth the heartache that’s sure to follow?




Praise for New York Times bestselling author Diana Palmer


“Readers who enjoy stories by authors who know how to pack an emotional wallop will add Palmer to their list.”

—Booklist on Renegade

“Palmer demonstrates, yet again, why she’s the queen of desperado quests for justice and true love.”

—Publishers Weekly on Dangerous

“Diana Palmer is a mesmerizing storyteller who captures the essence of what a romance should be.”

—Affaire de Coeur


DIANA PALMER

A prolific author of more than one hundred books, Diana Palmer got her start as a newspaper reporter. A multiple New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author and one of the top ten romance writers in America, she has a gift for telling the most sensual tales with charm and humor. Diana lives with her family in Cornelia, Georgia.


Betrayed by Love

Diana Palmer




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Contents


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Praise (#u904ebedd-3436-5c25-be9e-97b4e332bfb8)

About the Author (#u96bed600-c00a-591a-9b12-a07a93822e44)

Title Page (#uf20184d2-5aa0-5312-8f58-d335f458913b)

Dear Reader (#uc19de276-9a50-5966-b097-2487a6ebc32e)

Chapter 1 (#u1e1bd0e3-3720-5f85-ae0b-ca0982788d3c)

Chapter 2 (#u8132538b-29dd-5ed0-9e3a-d5b3c6d6ab56)

Chapter 3 (#ub831db3d-0fb4-5075-b7c8-7fbabb8353f5)

Chapter 4 (#ua7e12a17-9167-5a24-9115-68cac819153f)

Chapter 5 (#u5a168cee-ae92-53d3-a00d-ccda659fb006)

Chapter 6 (#u8c400d95-1382-5234-9623-e2204c17564b)

Chapter 7 (#uc34d8a69-2c3d-581a-8869-7b6feb6a38f2)

Chapter 8 (#ucb279bbd-ab40-59fb-9364-fcccfd0e9df4)

Chapter 9 (#u28d4d5b3-9754-5a23-8b8c-e4b8892b1f04)

Chapter 10 (#u8e756dc4-7e13-50dc-abfb-9dcb5bd6848a)

Chapter 11 (#ucea04e6d-356f-5740-b89c-b90d437548a6)

Extract (#u59a938d2-e36c-5d40-80ca-8688c07d2869)

Copyright (#u384cede5-6ea8-59f3-b824-e27300f730da)


Dear Reader (#ulink_3b9765d7-cb0d-5dc4-be53-15df4844b37c),

It’s been a very long time since I wrote Betrayed by Love, a story about a newspaper reporter from South Dakota named Kate Walker, who works for a daily paper in Chicago and is carrying a huge torch for rancher Jacob Cade.

While I was writing this book, I really wanted to push Jacob over a cliff by chapter three, and by chapter five I wanted to run a bus over him. But he redeems himself big time when Kate gets shot in the course of her news gathering. Kate and Jacob show up for a cameo later in Tom Walker’s story in the anthology A Long, Tall Texan Summer, along with their son, Hunter.

I wrote Betrayed by Love in 1986 (it was published in Silhouette Desire in 1987), and this was only a few years after I gave up reporting full-time and came home to write books and raise our own son, Blayne. At the time I wrote the book, Blayne was six years old. Now, Blayne and Christina are raising my beautiful little granddaughter, Selena Marie, who is three years old. I never realized how quickly those days would end. The old saying that time flies as you get older is so true.

But back to the book—I had a wonderful time writing it, during a very sweet time in my own life. I hope you enjoy revisiting these early characters as much as I have.

As always, thank you, my wonderful reader family, for your kindness, your tolerance and your loyalty down all the long years. Thank you, thank you, for all that you do for me, just by being the kind people that you are.

Much love, many hugs, from Diana Palmer (who is still your biggest fan).




Chapter 1 (#ulink_103fa1ab-be83-5357-a51a-a988140203b9)


He looked just as Kate remembered him, standing on the outside of the small gathering in front of the church. Jacob Cade had never mixed well. He might have his share of adoring women, thanks to his sizable fortune, but he seemed to treat everyone with the same impartial contempt. He was quietly standing there, his dark gaze glancing toward the road where his niece was due to arrive any minute. And despite his indifference to the crowd, he drew women’s eyes. He was darkly tanned and rugged, his powerful legs outlined by the superb fit of his trousers, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his suit coat. His hands were lean and dark, and there were no rings on them. Jacob wasn’t a sentimental man. He was an old-fashioned reactionary in everything from dress to attitudes, and he made no apologies for it. He didn’t have to. He had enough money to make up his own rules as he went along.

“Lord of all he surveys,” Kate muttered, glaring.

“Isn’t he entitled?” Tom, her brother, laughed softly. “He’s got enough fluttering female hearts in his pocket. Including yours…”

“Hush!” she bit off, nibbling on her lower lip.

“He doesn’t know,” he mused, glancing down at her. They were both tall, dark-haired and green-eyed. Although Tom, at twenty-eight, was four years her senior, they might well have been twins for the resemblance of their facial features. The same even, etched features highlighted both high-cheekboned faces, the faint remnants of a Sioux great-grandfather.

“I hate him,” Kate said firmly, pushing a strand of hair back into the elegant French knot she’d twisted her long, straight hair into that morning.

“Sure you do.”

“I do,” she insisted. And at that moment, she really did. Jacob’s sudden, violent dislike for her, which stemmed from an incident when Kate was eighteen, had put a severe strain on her friendship with Margo. It was odd, too, because Jacob had been good to the family when Kate was younger.

Kate and Tom had been adopted by their paternal grandmother after the death of their father. God alone knew where their mother was. She’d deserted them years before, and Kate had never stopped blaming her. The children had been badly scarred by the way their father had brought them up. Not even Grandmother Walker had known what they’d been through, because she hadn’t been the kind of person who invited confidences. But she’d taken them into her home in Blairsville, South Dakota, just minutes from Pierre, the capital. Margo Cade had lived with her uncle Jacob Cade and his father, Hank, on Warlance since the unexpected death of her parents years before. When Kate and Tom Walker had come to Blairsville to live with their Grandmother Walker, the girls had become friends. They’d spent time at each other’s houses since early high school. Now Margo was marrying, and although Kate had declined the honor of being a participant in the wedding, she couldn’t get out of attending. Not even to spite Jacob Cade.

As if he sensed her presence, his lofty head turned, shaded by a very expensive cream-colored Stetson. He was immaculate in a deep gray vested suit, elegance personified in spite of the fact that Kate had seen him work cattle and knew the strength in that long, lean body.

His square jaw lifted and he smiled in her direction, but it wasn’t a kind expression of greeting. He was declaring war without saying a single word.

Kate felt her neck tingle and she clutched the small white and jade bag that matched her pale green suit. She lifted her own chin, daring him. She’d spent her adult life doing that. It was like a defense mechanism, a programmed response that kept her from throwing herself at him. If she fought him, he couldn’t get close enough to do her very vulnerable heart much damage.

She seemed to have loved him forever, all her life. Her dreams were full of him, her mind haunted with memories. Jacob, smiling at her from horseback as she learned to ride with Margo as tutor. Jacob, sitting quietly in the porch swing while she and Margo danced with their young suitors at summer parties on the ranch. Jacob. All her young dreams had been wrapped up in one strong, very virile man. And then, like summer lightning, Jacob had become her enemy.

Something had been growing between them from the time she turned eighteen. It had been in his eyes, a vague smoldering interest that frightened her even as it intrigued her. While she’d been growing up, he’d been an indulgent older-brother figure who’d included her in Margo’s parties and outings as naturally as if she’d been part of the family. She’d never confided in him about her upbringing, of course. Kate had told no one, not even Margo, the truth about those anguished days. But Jacob had been kind to her. When Grandmother Walker had a stroke, it was Jacob who sat up all night with Kate in case she needed him. When Tom got in trouble at school for fighting, Jacob went to the principal and talked him out of expelling Kate’s hotheaded brother. Jacob had always been there, like an anchor, holding everyone steady in the raging current of life. And Kate had grown to love him, attracted by his strength and kindness and the single-minded determination that seemed to cling to him like the spicy after-shave he wore. And then their relationship had all gone sour in the space of a single night, and her friend Jacob had suddenly become her worst enemy.

Kate and a boy she was dating had been invited to a pool party at Margo’s house in July six years ago. After an hour of swimming, during which Kate had hardly been able to take her eyes off Jacob’s incredibly sensuous body in white trunks, she’d gone to the bathhouse to change. Kate had just stripped off her bathing suit when she saw a rattlesnake coiled on the sunlit strip of concrete by the wall. With a phobia for snakes that dated from childhood, her mind had gone into turmoil. In her hysteria, she’d forgotten that she was undressed. She’d screamed and Gerald, her date, had come running. The snake had crawled away through a hole. She was shaking and sobbing and Gerald, helpless to do anything else, was just holding her. And Jacob had walked in and seen them like that—seen Kate’s nude body being held close against Gerald’s tall form that was clad only in brief trunks.

Maybe he’d have listened to her explanation another time, but Kate had grown angry at her reaction to Jacob’s hard, fit body, as well as his blatant attention to Barbara Dugan, a beautiful and blond neighbor. And she’d gone to Gerald in the pool and had kissed him in a totally adult way, an action that Jacob had seen. He could hardly be blamed, Kate realized, for thinking so badly of her. She was shocked at her own behavior, but she was confused at the force of her attraction to Jacob and her inability to do anything about it.

She thought she’d never forget the way Jacob had looked at her, his black eyes filled with contempt, his face devoid of any expression while Gerald, unnerved by Jacob’s unexpected fury, stumbled over an explanation that sounded too dispirited to be convincing.

Every word of it was true, but Jacob hadn’t listened to them. It was almost as if he’d wanted to believe only the evidence of his own eyes. That had been the last time she’d been welcome at Warlance. Despite Margo’s pleading and threats, Jacob had stood firm. He didn’t want his niece associating with a woman like Kate, he’d said. He’d thrown Gerald off the property on the spot, sending him away without a word.

Before Kate had joined Gerald in the car, she and Jacob had a grandfather of a brawl, one so hot that even old Hank Cade hadn’t mixed in it. He’d moved out of earshot, watching his son raise hell while Margo tried desperately to referee.

“You won’t listen, will you?” Margo had said, defending Kate. “It was innocent! There was a snake in the bathhouse!”

“Sure,” he replied, his voice colder than Kate had ever heard it, his hard glare silencing Margo immediately.

Kate had clenched her hands by her sides, blazing with bad temper and hurt pride. “Go ahead, then, believe I’m that kind of woman, even when you know I’m not!”

“I thought you were a little saint,” he replied curtly, his gaze chilling her, “until tonight when your halo slipped and I saw you grow up.”

She didn’t understand the way he’d phrased it. Not that, or the unreasonable contempt in his tone. “Jacob, I’m not like that! And I don’t lie—I’ve never lied to you!”

“I watched my mother go that route,” he said in a haunted tone. “One man after another and denying the whole time that she’d ever cheated on my father. One day, she ran off with her latest lover and never came back. I’ve never forgotten what a hell she made of my father’s life. I raised my niece to have a conscience and a sense of morality. I’m not having Margo exposed to women like you. Get off my place and keep off.”

Margo had gritted her teeth, but her eyes had been eloquent as they apologized to Kate silently. Jacob in this mood was dangerous. And Kate understood.

“You won’t listen,” Kate said quietly. “I’m sorry, because I’d never willingly lie about anything. There’s so much you don’t know, Jacob,” she’d added, her smile wistful and bitter. “Not that it would matter, I guess. You don’t think people should stoop to being human. You want perfection in every way.”

“Your grandmother would be ashamed of you,” he said roughly. “She didn’t raise you to be a loose woman. She never should have let you go to work for that damned newspaper.”

Kate had gotten a summer job with the local weekly paper, and Jacob had been against it from the start, unlike Grandmother Walker, who thought women should do what they pleased in business.

Her job had been just something else he disapproved of. Lately she had seemed to get on his nerves, to antagonize him for no obvious reason. This was the last straw, though. Kate knew that he’d never forget or forgive what he thought she’d done in that bathhouse. He’d stripped her of her pride and self-confidence—and without even raising his voice. That was Jacob. Always controlled. He never really lost his temper; he used it.

“I like reporting,” she replied. “In fact, I plan to make a career of it. And now I’ll be pleased to decontaminate your ranch by leaving it. I’m only sorry the snake didn’t bite me, because then at least you’d believe me. Goodbye, Margo. I’m sorry your uncle won’t let us be friends anymore.”

“You can make book on it,” he replied, his dark eyes glaring at her.

He’d given Kate an appraisal that spoke volumes before he turned and walked away without a single word.

That had been six years ago. In the time that followed, Kate had gone to journalism school for a couple of years and wound up working for a Chicago daily newspaper. She hadn’t known anyone in Chicago, but Tom had a friend there, and the friend had pulled a string or two. Kate liked the big city. It was the one place she might be able to forget Jacob.

Jacob had relented just a little afterward. Kate was still unwelcome at Warlance, of course, but he’d stopped short of forbidding Margo to talk or write to her. Once Margo had even invited her to the ranch for a weekend, apparently with Jacob’s blessing, but Kate had refused. She was still hurt from Jacob’s unreasonable treatment. She hadn’t even wanted to come to the wedding. But since it was being held in Blairsville, not on the ranch, she felt fairly safe. And Tom was with her. Dear Tom. She hated her own cowardice, but she clung to him.

“You’re a reporter,” Tom was saying, breaking into her silent reveries. “You’ve won awards. You’re almost twenty-five years old. Don’t let him intimidate you. It will only make him worse. You can’t buckle under with people like Jacob. You ought to know that by now.”

“Knowing it and using it are two different things. And I do hate him,” she muttered, glaring at Jacob as he turned to speak to a nearby couple. “He’s so lordly. He knows everything.”

“He doesn’t know you’re still a maiden, I’d bet,” Tom chuckled, “or he’d never have accused you of messing around in the bathhouse with that poor nervous little boy.”

Her face flamed. “I’ll never forgive him for that.”

“He doesn’t know what kind of upbringing we had,” Tom reminded her. “He never knew our folks, remember. We were living with Grandmother Walker by the time you met Margo and became friends with her.”

She smiled softly. “Granny was a character. Even Jacob Cade didn’t run over her. You remember, he tried to make her forbid me to go on that overnight camping trip with Margo just a few months before he told me to stay off the ranch forever. Granny informed him that I was eighteen and could go where I pleased.” She frowned. “I never did understand why he was so against it. We had a great time. There were college boys along, too, and chaperons… It was very well behaved.”

“It should have been, since he went along as a chaperon,” Tom mused.

“That was the only bad thing about the whole experience,” she muttered.

“Liar. I’ll bet you spent hours sitting and watching him,” he whispered.

Her eyes fell. Of course she had. One way or another, she’d spent her entire adult life mooning over the only man in the world who hated her. She wondered sometimes if she hadn’t deliberately worked toward a career in reporting just as an excuse to leave Blairsville and get away from him. Chicago was as far away as she could manage. Now that Grandmother Walker was dead and Tom was working for an ad agency in New York, there was no reason to stay in South Dakota. But there was every reason to escape; she had to keep away from Jacob. Kate had never fancied growing old with her heart in shreds from his day-to-day indifference. Living in Blairsville, she’d have seen him frequently, and heard about him even more often. That would have been too painful to contemplate.

Her attention was caught by a flash of red as Margo’s little sports car drew up at the curb, driven by her fiancé, David. He hopped out, resplendent in his white tuxedo with a red carnation in the lapel and a red cummerbund. He was fair, tall and very attractive.

“About time,” Tom chided as the bridegroom paused beside them. “Where’s Margo?”

“Arriving momentarily with her grandfather. I hope,” David added with a tiny shudder. “Have you seen Hank drive?” he groaned.

“Yes,” Tom replied with a sigh. “He’s almost, but not quite, as bad as Jacob.”

David laughed, and Kate hated herself for hanging so eagerly on to any tidbit of gossip about the man she loved.

“Jacob wrecked three cars before he got through college,” Tom mused. “Our grandmother wouldn’t let Kate go to Warlance unless Margo drove.”

“I expected to see you both at the house,” David began.

Kate was searching for an excuse when a shadow fell over her, and her heart ran wild. It was like radar; she always felt Jacob before she saw him.

“So there you are,” Jacob said, joining the group. He didn’t even look at Kate. “Hello, Tom. Good to see you.” He extended his hand and shook the younger man’s firmly. There was only about four years between the two men—Jacob was thirty-two—but Jacob seemed a generation older in his attitudes. “Where’s Margo?” he asked.

“On the way, with your father at the wheel, I’m afraid.” David sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault,” he added defensively when Jacob glared at him. “We couldn’t fit that expensive wedding gown you bought her into the car without taking it off first.” He grinned wickedly. “I was all for that, of course, but Margo seemed to feel that it would shock the congregation.”

Jacob wasn’t amused, but Tom had to bite his lip. So did Kate, despite the tense undercurrents.

“My father is half-blind with cataracts he won’t have removed,” Jacob said coldly. “He’s got no business driving at all.”

“Hurry, let’s rush and phone the state police,” David offered. “What a great opportunity to have his license pulled.”

Tom couldn’t help it. He laughed. “Sorry, but I have this mental picture of the entire wedding party bailing the old fellow out of jail—”

Kate clung closer to Tom’s sleeve. “There they are,” she murmured, nodding toward the road, where a big Lincoln with Hank behind the wheel was just nudging against the curb and stopping.

“See?” David laughed as Margo got out of the car, escorted by a tall, silver-haired man who was an older version of Jacob but without his fiery temper and cold, domineering manner. “No broken bones, no ripped fenders, everything intact. Hmm, she does look a bit pale.”

“Probably the stark terror of realizing she’s marrying a crazy person,” Kate offered, grinning at David.

“I’m not crazy.” David defended himself with mock solemnity. “Just because I once, only once, went with Margo to a male strip joint—”

“A what?” Jacob demanded fiercely.

David actually flushed. “Uh-oh.” He moved away. “Excuse me, have to rush. Getting married today, you see.” He vanished.

“A what!” Jacob glared at Tom.

“It’s a place where men take off their clothing while women wolf whistle,” Kate offered, adding fuel to the fire. “Very educational.” Well, she’d heard that they were, anyway. Kate herself wouldn’t be caught dead in such a place, but Jacob might as well think she would, if it needled him.

Jacob’s dark eyes were frankly insulting. “I can’t imagine that you’d need any educating.”

“How sweet of you to say so,” Kate said with a demure smile.

The taller man didn’t bother to reply. “See you inside,” he told Tom, and walked off.

“Whew,” her brother sighed as they started toward the rest of the congregation who were entering the church. “Talk about heat!”

“He hates me,” she sighed. It had been a good act, but only an act. Inside, she was bleeding to death and no one could even see.

“I wonder if Jacob really knows what he feels for you, Kate,” Tom remarked quietly.

But she didn’t answer him. She walked up the steps and into the church, thinking as she went how very fortunate Margo was.





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