Christmas Flame (Alpha Phoenix Book 5)

by Isadora Montrose

  Score, Reynolds. You made it to go potty. The walk back was hardly better, but he detoured to the kitchen. That was his routine. Sleep. Pee. Drink. Rinse and repeat. With time off for good behavior and meals. The kitchen clock told him he had ten minutes to make it to the D’Angelo’s kitchen for lunch. Shift, shift, shift.

  He was damned if he was going to use that infernal walker in front of Warrior Woman. Fuck that. He’d use the cane. Every step made his damned leg ache. Every stumble wrenched his knee and sent shrapnel slicing through his head. It was almost time for his meds. Were they in his pocket? Or still on the kitchen counter?

  With the mush that passed for his brain these days, he couldn’t be sure. He stopped beside a tree. Leaned on the trunk. Patted his pants pocket. The little vial was there. Good. The drugs made him woozy, but they knocked the pain back to a dull ache, and stopped the nightmares. Good enough.

  Of course, even his psychiatrist, who had no inkling of the hazards of psychotropic drugs to shifters, thought it was time to back off the meds. She worried that he risked addiction. She needn’t. That particular ship had sailed. But he would rather stumble through life like this, than relive his nightmares night after night. Watching his buddies die the first time had been quite sufficient for one lifetime.

  * * *

  Frankie~

  “So where’s the bride?” Frankie demanded as her brother Grant pulled her into a welcoming hug. He laughed and squeezed her harder.

  Mom grabbed her next and held her close. “Naturally, Genevieve is with her family,” Caroline D’Angelo murmured. She passed Frankie to Dad.

  George D’Angelo’s chuckle rumbled through her as he wrapped her up in a fierce embrace and kissed her cheek. “Welcome home, girl. You’ll see Gen later on. After your dress fitting.”

  “What do you mean, dress fitting?” Frankie yelped. “I’m going to wear my dress blues – like I did for Harrison’s wedding. I bought a long skirt and everything.”

  “Not a chance,” Grant said firmly. “Genevieve wants you and Eleanor to wear dresses. And what my girl wants, she gets.” He glared up into his sister’s eyes, daring her to disappoint his bride. At six-foot, Grant was the family shrimp.

  Frankie didn’t exactly want to disappoint Genevieve. Gen had been her friend long before Grant had claimed her*. Her best friend – next to Eleanor. She and Eleanor had been palling around with Genevieve Carson from the first day of second grade. Now she was finally going to be a real part of the D’Angelo family.

  Eleanor leaped down the front steps to the driveway. She too had a hug for her sister. “Welcome home, Frankie,” she cried with her customary enthusiasm. “You won’t be needing The Beast today. Mom and I will drive you over to Miz Trudy’s this afternoon for our fitting. And we’re taking a limo into San Angelo tonight. Let’s put your hog away.”

  Frankie narrowed her eyes at her sister. Not Eleanor too? Surely she could trust her only sister? “What fitting?” She was so not wearing froufrou.

  “Miz Trudy made two dresses, Frankie dear. One for me, and one for you. Nothing to choose between us.” Eleanor waved a hand at her own statuesque figure. As usual when on leave, she was wearing chinos and a button-front shirt. But nothing could disguise her lavish curves.

  “So?” Frankie asked between her teeth.

  Eleanor laughed. “Final fitting today. It’ll be fine. Miz Trudy just made two dresses my size.” She and Frankie were made in the same generous mold as their mom. They had shared clothes all their lives.

  “I. Don’t. Do. Dresses.” Frankie said through her teeth.

  “You do for Genevieve.” Eleanor hugged Frankie again, leathers, helmet and all and gave her a fierce shake into the bargain. “She’s wearing her Nana B’s wedding dress and pearls. All four of us are going to be girlie for our best friend – if it kills us.”

  “Four?” Frankie’s head was already spinning, as it often did when she was with her exuberant, pushy family.

  “You don’t think that I’d be allowed to get married without giving Quincy and Becky a chance to play flower girls again?**” Grant asked.

  “Where are my nieces?” Frankie asked peering around. In addition to attending the wedding of her best friend and her youngest brother, she was looking forward to some quality aunt-time.

  “Swimming with their parents,” Mom said. “Tasha and I picked up their dresses this morning. They look adorable.”

  “Should Tasha be swimming? In her condition?”

  “She’s pregnant, Frankie, not terminal,” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “And she’s got two-and-a-half months to go. Come on, let’s put your bike away.”

  Frankie allowed herself to be persuaded. Eleanor climbed on back and set her hands at Frankie’s waist. Frankie kept The Beast to a gentle putter since her sister was bareheaded. They rolled down the driveway to the huge garage.

  Eleanor produced a garage door opener. There were five SUVs and a compact already parked in there, two deep. Her brothers must be home. Frankie tucked her precious motorcycle into its special niche and carefully covered it.

  “Who else is here?” she asked waving at the other vehicles. She recognized only Mom and Dad’s SUVs and Eleanor’s compact.

  “Just Harrison and Tasha**, Grant, and Cameron so far.” Eleanor counted them off on her fingers.

  Millard Fillmore! “What’s Reynolds doing here?” Frankie couldn’t believe that damned bear had had the nerve to show up in Grape Creek, four whole days before the wedding. She had hoped that he wouldn’t be coming at all. Being as Capt. Special Forces was so damned, fricking important.

  Her twin looked troubled. “Mostly sleeping. He’s been here since he got out of the hospital. Didn’t you know?”

  “No, I most certainly did not know. Since when does Capt. Reynolds spend his medical leave in Texas?” Frankie asked through her teeth.

  “Maj. Reynolds is Tasha’s only brother,” Eleanor said reproachfully. “These days, Tasha’s too big around, and too slight everywhere else, to be nursing a great bruiser like Cam. Mom insisted he come here to Grape Creek recuperate. Not that he’s doing much of that.”

  General Custer. That was two, or maybe three, more unpleasant surprises. “When did Reynolds make major?” At Christmas, when his very presence at her family celebration had been a thorn in her side, he had still been wearing his captain’s bars. Like her.

  Eleanor shrugged. “His promotion was pretty recent. Does it matter?”

  “I suppose not.” Of course it did. Cam was not supposed to get his promotion before she earned hers. She set her lips. No point in advertising that she was a sore loser. “What’s Maj. Reynolds recuperating from?” Some damned macho Special Forces bullshit. Top-fricking-secret.

  “Head injury,” Eleanor said crisply. “Broken leg. Knee replacement. Ask Harry for the details. But you won’t get many. And Cam’s even more tight-lipped. I took a look at him, but he’s not what I’d call a cooperative patient. Thank goodness, he’s not mine.”

  “Come on, you must have an opinion, Dr. D’Angelo?” Like Frankie, Eleanor had attended the Air Force Academy and earned an engineering degree. But she had decided to fulfill her healing talent as a doctor. She was now doing her residency in a military hospital, and intended to become an orthopedic surgeon.

  Eleanor shrugged. “Cam’s in rough shape. He needs to do the physical therapy to make the knee replacement work. But he’s slacking. Of course a head injury makes any kind of rehab more complicated.”

  “Van Buren. Special blasted Forces,” Frankie swore.

  “Cam nearly died on his last mission.” Eleanor’s voice was mild, but Frankie knew that quiet voice meant her sister was pissed. “He’s entitled to some peaceful recuperation. And a little personal space.”

  “Well, why haven’t you healed him, sister dear?” Like all phoenixes, Eleanor had the gift of healing. And since she was trained, presumably the medical knowledge.

  “I sang to him, of course, but he wasn’t receptive. You may get bett
er results.”

  “Me? Why should that bear respond to me?”

  Eleanor laughed. “Frankie, that bear is your fate. Maybe if I sang to him in greater phoenix I could get his immune system back online. Maybe. But for sure he’ll respond to his fated mate.”

  “Cameron Reynolds. Is. Not. My. Fated. Mate.”

  Eleanor just looked at her and shook her head pityingly. “Mom had him in the house at first. But she’s moved him out to the guest house now that Grant is home.”

  “Why with Grant?” What was so special about Grant? “Grant’s an operatic tenor! You’re the doctor.” Another thought occurred to her. “Tell me Grant did not bring his nanny with him.”

  “Mom thought I’d rather share a room with you, twin. As I would. And if you’re asking if Grant brought his manager. No, Linda isn’t here. Yet. She’s invited to the wedding, of course. But she’ll stay in a hotel.”

  Frankie didn’t comment.

  Eleanor continued, “With all of us coming home, and the house full of guests, Mom thought Cam needed to be quieter, and when he’s not singing, Grant can be quiet.”

  Frankie sniffed. “How’s Grant managing without someone to wipe his nose?”

  “Stop sniping at everyone, Frankie.” Eleanor sharpened that quiet voice. “Maybe Grant is a little dependent on Linda Hoskins, but give him a break. Singing is harder than it looks. And the way he hops around the globe, half the time he’s totally jet lagged. He needs someone to handle the details for him.”

  “I know. I know. I’ll bite my tongue,” Frankie promised. She and Eleanor walked out of the garage together. Frankie locked up. They fell automatically into step with one another.

  “It’s good to see you, sis,” Frankie continued. “Just tell me, I beg of you, that I am not going to be decked out in ruffles and lace? What in the name of Fillmore has gotten into Genevieve? Bridesmaids’ dresses, and a Valentine’s Day wedding?”

  “I think it’s romantic. And sweet. It’s going to be a lovely wedding. Anyway, it’s not our place to object.” Eleanor’s retort was sharp. “Ours is only to do as the bride requests. Gen has chosen laser-cut leaf-green silk for us. With a silver lining. Really tasteful.”

  Dear heaven. “I’m sure,” Frankie lied.

  “It’s the girls who have cornered the market on ruffles. They look like cake toppers. Which is cute as hell on a pair of six-year-olds. We, on the other hand, get Empire waists and a deep band under the bust, and an A-line skirt with three sleek tiers. Gorgeous. Don’t you worry. We’re going to look like goddesses.”

  “General Custer. I’d rather wear my dress blues. What possessed Genevieve to get married in white?”

  “Even an Air Force officer is entitled to be traditionally feminine on her wedding day,” Eleanor insisted. “Besides she’s concerned about the press. Their wedding is getting a ton of coverage. Much of it negative.”

  “Who could make a fuss over a wedding?” Frankie sputtered. The tabloids, she answered her own foolish question.

  “Genevieve is determined to do the Angel of the Opera proud. She’s going to glow. And so are we,” Eleanor said happily. “It’s going to be the most fabulous wedding this neck of the woods has ever seen.”

  “Who would have believed she’d want to wear white? She worked hard for her captain’s bars,” Frankie couldn’t let it go. The bridesmaids’ dress on top of Reynolds was too damn much.

  “She’s getting married in white, not resigning,” Eleanor said serenely. “I for one am looking forward to wearing something other than combat fatigues or navy blue. Or a white coat.”

  “Are you? Did you know about Genevieve and Grant?” Frankie asked.

  “For the hundredth time, Frankie. No. Although I guessed Gen had a crush on Grant in high school. Like every other girl in our class. As I keep telling you, I figured that she got over it long ago. And I never for one moment dreamed he reciprocated. I totally believed all that crap about the Angel of the Opera and his string of international opera bunnies.”

  “I had no idea,” Frankie said for the hundred and first time. “None. Do you think they’ll be happy?”

  “Do phoenixes fly? Stop fussing, Frankie. Let’s drink some nice cold tea and eat some lunch.” Eleanor led the way into the kitchen by way of the back door.

  *Christmas Flame

  **Phoenix Aflame

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