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Best-selling novelist Diana Palmer has well over a hundred books in print, translated and published around the world. She has written historical as well as science-fiction novels, but she is best known for her contemporary romance books.
The Winter Man
comprises two classic Diana Palmer romances.

Silent Night Man

What does Millie Evans want for Christmas? To feel safe. Even though her stalker is dead, he arranged for a hit man to kill her. Now the special government agent Millie has loved from afar for years has vowed to protect her. Tony Danzetta moves the prim librarian into his home and guards her 24/7. Dare she dream of keeping Tony, her own silent night man, by her side forever?

Sutton's Way

Wyoming rancher and single father Quinn Sutton is raising a child he knows isn't his own. All the love left in his guarded heart goes to the boy. But when a beautiful city woman is stranded nearby in a blizzard, he rescues her and brings her to Ricochet Ranch. Amanda Callaway has her own secrets and plans to keep her distance. If only she weren't falling for her unlikely hero.

Also available from Diana Palmer

Heather's Song

The Australian

Magnolia

Renegade

Lone Star Winter

Dangerous

Desperado

Merciless

Heartless

Fearless

Her Kind of Hero

Lacy

Nora

Rawhide and Lace

Unlikely Lover

Man of the Hour

Trilby

Lawman

Hard to Handle

The Savage Heart

Courageous

Lawless

Diamond Spur

The Texas Ranger

Lord of the Desert

The Cowboy and the Lady

The Case of the Mesmerizing Boss

The Case of the Confirmed Bachelor

The Case of the Missing Secretary

Fit for a King

Paper Rose

Rage of Passion

Once in Paris

After the Music

Roomful of Roses

Champagne Girl

Passion Flower

Diamond Girl

Friends and Lovers

Cattleman's Choice

Lady Love

The Rawhide Man

Outsider

Night Fever

Before Sunrise

Protector

Maggie's Dad

Midnight Rider

Matt Caldwell: Texas Tycoon

The Last Mercenary

Carrera's Bride

Heart of Stone

Wyoming Tough

True Blue

Wyoming Fierce

The Rancher

Wyoming Bold

Invincible

Wyoming Strong

Texas Born

The Morcai Battalion: The Recruit

Untamed

The Morcai Battalion: Invictus

THE WINTER MAN

DIANA PALMER

Table of Contents

Silent Night Man
By Diana Palmer

Sutton's Way
By Diana Palmer

SILENT NIGHT MAN

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

A
t the funeral home the friend of the deceased was a big, richly dressed man who looked like a professional wrestler. He was wearing expensive clothing and a cashmere coat. He had olive skin, black eyes and wavy black hair that he wore in a long ponytail. He stood over the casket without saying a word. He looked aloof. He looked dangerous. He hadn't spoken to anyone since he entered the building.

Tony Danzetta stared down at John Hamilton's casket with an expression like stone, although he was raging inside. It was hard to look at the remains of a man he'd known and loved since high school. His best friend was dead. Dead, because of a woman.

Tony's friend, Frank Mariott, had phoned him at the
home of the man he was working for temporarily in Jacobsville, Texas. Tony had planned to stay around for a little longer, take a few weeks off from work before he went back to his real job. But the news about John had sent him rushing home to San Antonio.

Of the three of them, John had been the weak link. The other two were always forced to save him from himself. He fantasized about people and places that he considered were part of his life. Often the people were shocked to learn that he was telling his friends that he was on close terms with them.

Tony and Frank thought that John was harmless. He just wanted to be somebody. He was the son of people who worked for a local clothing manufacturing company. When the company moved outside the United States, they went to work at retail stores. Neither of them finished high school, but John often made up stories to tell classmates about his famous rich parents who had a yacht and their own airplane. Tony and Frank knew better, but they let him spin his yarns. They understood him.

But now John was dead, and that…woman was responsible! He could still see her face from the past, red with embarrassment when she'd asked him about one of their assignments at the adjunct college class they were both taking in criminal justice. That had been six years ago. She couldn't even talk to a man without stammering and shaking. Millie Evans had mousy-brown hair and green
eyes. She wore glasses. She was thin and unremarkable. But Tony's adopted foster mother, who had been an archivist at the local library, was Millicent Evans's superior and she liked Millie. She was always talking about her to Tony, pushing her at him, right up until the day she died.

Tony couldn't have told his foster mother, but he knew too much about the girl to be interested in her. John had become fixated on her a couple of years ago and during one of Tony's rare visits home, had told him about her alter ego. In private, he said, Millie was hot. Give her a couple of beers and she'd do anything a man wanted her to do. That prim, nervous pose was just that—a pose. She wasn't shy and retiring. She was a party girl. She'd even done a threesome with him and their friend Frank, he'd told Tony in confidence. Don't mention that to Frank, though, he'd added, because Frank was still embarrassed about it.

What Tony had learned about Millie Evans had turned him right off her. Not that he'd found her attractive before that. She was another in a long line of dull, staid spinsters who'd do anything to get a man. Poor John. He'd felt sorry for his friend, because John was obsessed with Millicent Evans. To John, Millie was the queen of Sheba, the ultimate female. Sometimes she loved him, John moaned, but other times she treated him like a complete stranger. Other times, she complained that he was stalking her. Ridiculous, John had told Tony. As if he had to stalk her, when she was often
waiting for him at his apartment, when he got off from work as a night watchman, wearing nothing at all!

John's description of the spinster was incomprehensible to Tony, who'd had beautiful, intelligent, wealthy women after him. He'd never had to chase a woman. Millicent Evans had no looks, no personality and she seemed rather dull witted. He never had been able to understand what John saw in her.

Now John was dead. Millicent Evans had driven him to suicide. Tony stared at the pale, lifeless face and rage built inside him. What sort of woman used a man like that, abused his love to the extent that she caused him to take his own life?

The funeral director had a phone call, which forced him to approach the silent man in the viewing room. He paused beside him. “Would you be Mr. Danzetta?” the man asked respectfully. The caller had identified him as tall and unconventional looking. That was an understatement. Up close, the man was enormous, and those black eyes cut like a diamond.

“I'm Tony Danzetta,” he replied in a deep, gravelly voice.

“Your friend Mr. Mariott just phoned to tell us to expect you. He said you had a special request about the burial?”

“Yes,” Tony told him. In his cashmere coat, that reached down to his ankles, he looked elegant. “I have two plots in a perpetual care cemetery just outside San Antonio, a
short distance from where my foster mother is buried. I'd like you to put John in one of them.” He was remembering a hill in Cherokee, North Carolina, where his mother was buried and a cemetery in Atlanta that held the remains of his father and his younger sister. He'd been in San Antonio since junior high school, with his foster mother. He described the plots, one of which he intended for John. “I have a plat of the location in my safe-deposit box. If I could drop it by in the morning?”

“Today would be better,” the man replied apologetically. “We have to get our people to open the grave and prepare it for the service on the day after tomorrow, you understand.”

He was juggling appointments, one of which was with his banker about a transfer of funds. But he smiled, as if it was of no consequence. He could get the plat out of the box while he was doing business at the bank. “No problem. I'll drop it by on my way to the hotel tonight.”

“Thank you. That will save us a bit of bother.”

Tony looked down at John. “You did a good job,” he said quietly. “He looks…the way he used to look.”

The man smiled broadly.

Tony looked at his watch. “I have to go. I'll be back when I've finished my business in town.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If Frank shows up before I get back, tell him that, will you? And tell him not to go out for food. I'll take him out to eat tonight.”

“I will.”

“Thanks.”

The funeral director walked out of the viewing room, pausing to speak to someone. Tony, his eyes resting sadly on his friend's face, only half noticed the conversation.

He heard soft footsteps come toward the casket and pause beside him. He turned his head. And there she was. The culprit herself. She'd be twenty-six now, he judged, and she was no more attractive than she'd been all those years ago. She dressed better. She was wearing a neat gray suit with a pink blouse and a thick dark coat. Her dark brown hair was in a bun. She was wearing contacts in her green eyes, he imagined, because his foster mother had often mentioned how nearsighted she was. The lack of glasses didn't help her to look any prettier. She had a nice mouth and good skin, but she held no attraction for Tony. Especially after she'd been responsible for his best friend's death.

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