Twins For The Soldier (Wickham Falls Weddings Book 4; American Heroes #22

by Rochelle Alers

  He came home for a mission...

  Will he end up with a family?

  Army ranger Lee Remington didn’t think he’d ever go back to Wickham Falls, home of some of his worst memories. Now, returning home to help his sister, he’s shocked by a powerful attraction to military widow Angela Mitchell...and floored by this mother of toddler twins, who accepts his proposal. But as he preps for his ready-made family, there’s one thing Lee forgot to tell her...

  She didn’t recognize the man who’d come home.

  Instead of his army ranger uniform, he was dressed all in black and looked tall, dark and dangerous. She stared at him, transfixed, as he leaned close. “You look amazing.”

  His warm breath and sensual voice reminded her how long it’d been since she’d seen herself as a woman—a passionate woman with physical needs.

  “Stop it, Lee.”

  “Stop what? You know I’ve always liked you.”

  “And I’ve always liked you.”

  “As a friend. Has it ever occurred to you we could be more?”

  Angela was certain he could hear her heart pounding. “A few times. Whenever I broke up with Justin I imagined what it would be like to date you.”

  “If we had dated I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

  The intensity in his eyes frightened her. “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you to let me fulfill the promise I made to your husband. That I’d take care of you if anything happened to him.”

  “So, this is all about you keeping a promise to a dead man?”

  He leaned in close, his breath hot on her lips. “Not exactly.”

  AMERICAN HEROES:

  They’re coming home—and finding love!

  Dear Reader,

  When it comes to romance novels, many readers are partial to bad boys, second chances and happily-ever-afters. Twins for the Soldier will offer you all three.

  For years Leland Wolfe Remington has had to bear the actions of his unscrupulous ancestors and his father’s unsavory reputation, but he is determined not to repeat their failures. And for Lee nothing is more important than family loyalty. After a dozen years in the army, he secures an honorable discharge to return to Wickham Falls to help his sister save her business and their ancestral home. The former army ranger discovers straightening out his sister’s finances is much easier than hiding his feelings for his best friend’s widow.

  Lee had always been there for Angela Banks whenever she broke up with her high school boyfriend, and he was there when she buried her husband. Now that he has returned to The Falls she seeks him out once more. As the mother of young twins Angela finds her life spinning out of control, and again Lee comes to her rescue, protecting her and her children while they rekindle a friendship that promises a bond beyond anything she could have imagined. Angela knows she has been given a second chance at love, but wonders if it is strong enough to convince Lee to stay.

  I invite you to return to The Falls, where you will be reunited with townsfolk from earlier titles in this series, while at the same time introducing you to new characters you will want to know more about.

  Happy reading!

  Rochelle Alers

  Twins for the Soldier

  Rochelle Alers

  Since 1988, national bestselling author Rochelle Alers has written more than eighty books and short stories. She has earned numerous honors, including the Zora Neale Hurston Award, the Vivian Stephens Award for Excellence in Romance Writing and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. She is a member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc., Iota Theta Zeta Chapter. A full-time writer, she lives in a charming hamlet on Long Island. Rochelle can be contacted through her website, www.rochellealers.org.

  Books by Rochelle Alers

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  Her Wickham Falls SEAL

  The Sheriff of Wickham Falls

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  Claiming the Captain’s Baby

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  The Eatons

  Sweet Dreams

  Sweet Deception

  Kimani Arabesque

  The Wainwright Legacy

  Here I Am

  Because of You

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt from Winning Charlotte Back by Kathy Douglass

  Chapter One

  Leland Wolfe Remington maneuvered off the county road and headed home to Wickham Falls, West Virginia. It had been a long time since he’d thought of The Falls as home. And it was the first time in twelve years that he had returned as a civilian.

  Lee doubted whether he would’ve come back if his sister hadn’t called him to reveal that she’d had to close down the family-owned boardinghouse after her live-in boyfriend had swindled her out of her inheritance. Not only was she facing the possibility of the house being seized by the county because of delinquent property taxes, but she was also being sued for large purchases she’d never authorized. The latest love of her life had stolen her identity, and she was facing bankruptcy. It had been on the tip of his tongue to tell her she was too trusting, that she loved with her heart and not her head, but he’d nearly lost his composure as he heard his sister sobbing while she begged him to come back to The Falls to help her reopen the boardinghouse. It was all she had left of their mother’s family legacy.

  Decelerating, he became a sightseer in a place of which he had good and bad memories. It was the bad ones that had sent him fleeing as soon as he graduated high school, vowing never to come back to live.

  His foot hit the brake, and he came to a complete stop when he saw the tall, slender woman walking toward a minivan parked in front of the house where his best friend, Justin Mitchell, had grown up. Galvanized into action, Lee shut off the engine, exited his Jeep Grand Cherokee and waved to the woman shading her eyes with one hand as she held her son’s with the other.

  “Have I changed that much that you don’t recognize me?” he teased as he closed the distance between them.

  Angela Banks-Mitchell’s jaw dropped. “Lee Remington?”

  “In the flesh,” he said, smiling.

  Lee met the curious eyes of the small boy who was a mirror image of his late father. He had inherited Justin’s taupe-brown complexion, light brown eyes and curly hair. Malcolm and his twin sister weren’t born when Justin had lost his life while on patrol in Afghanistan. Lee had just graduated US Army Ranger School when Angela sent him a text message about Justin. He had gone to his commanding officer and requested bereavement leave to attend a fallen soldier’s funeral, and returned to Wickham Falls to stand in as a pallbearer for his friend. Since that time, he hadn’t been back
to his hometown—until now.

  “There were rumors that you were coming back last year. Apparently, you changed your mind,” Angela said.

  Angela’s mellifluous voice shattered his reverie. Wide-set eyes in a round face the color of whipped mousse held him spellbound. Her delicate features, long legs that seemed to go on forever and waif-thin figure had made her a much-sought-after model even before she graduated high school. Fashion designers were falling over themselves to get her to wear their haute couture, and her agent, who was known to be as unscrupulous as he was skilled in negotiating Angela’s meteoric rise as a supermodel, had proved profitable for both of them. She had earned the sobriquet of “America’s Naomi Campbell.” Lee always felt as if he had lost her twice: once to Justin, and the other time to the glamorous world of high fashion modeling.

  The years had been more than kind to Angela. Her face had remained as beautiful as ever, while her body had filled out with womanly curves.

  He rested a hand on her shoulder. If the child hadn’t been there, Lee would have kissed her cheek. He noted that although her mouth was smiling it wasn’t the same with her eyes. There was sadness in the depths of those slanting, dark brown orbs that was a reminder of the loss of her husband and the father of her children.

  He wanted to tell Angela he hadn’t changed his mind, but that at the time he had been deployed for three months. She waved her left hand and his gaze was drawn to her fingers. Although widowed, she had taken off her rings.

  “Believe it now, because I am back.” Lee felt a modicum of guilt that he hadn’t kept in touch with her following Justin’s funeral.

  “How long are you staying?” she asked.

  Lee dropped his hand. “I’m not sure.” His sister had asked him to come back last spring, but he’d had to decline her request. He wasn’t able to tell her he’d been assigned to raids in the Middle East and then subsequently to a war-torn African country.

  “One month? Two months?”

  Lee stared down at the toes of his military-issued boots before his head popped up. “It’s indefinite.” He didn’t tell her he had given himself a timeline of a year to get the boardinghouse up and running again before reenlisting.

  “You left the army?”

  He angled his head. Angela had asked him a question he knew would be repeated over and over by those living in The Falls. “I have, for now.”

  “But—but—I thought you were going to be a lifer,” Angela stuttered.

  A wry smile twisted Lee’s mouth. “Life has a way of changing the best-laid plans,” he drawled. The instant the words were out he regretted them. “I’m sorry about that.”

  Angela shook her head. “There’s no need to apologize, Lee. The plans we made when we were teenagers no longer apply.”

  He nodded. She was right. He, Angela and Justin had written down one wish for what they wanted for their futures the year they’d celebrated their sixteenth birthdays, put the lists in a sealed envelope with the proviso they would open it a day before their high school graduation. Lee had fulfilled his wish to join the military and Angela had had her wish to have a successful modeling career. But it was Justin who had deviated from his goal of becoming a doctor by dropping out of medical school after a year to enlist in the Marines.

  His gaze went to the little boy staring up at him. “Hello, buddy.”

  A slight frown appeared between the child’s clear brown eyes. “I’m no buddy. My name is Malcolm.”

  A wide grin parted Lee’s lips. “I guess he told me,” he said sotto voce.

  * * *

  Angela stared at her son. Her children were quite outspoken, a trait that annoyed her old-school mother-in-law who believed that children should be seen and not heard. “Malcolm, please say hello to Mr. Lee.”

  Malcolm blinked slowly. “Hello, Mr. Lee.”

  Lee hunkered down to Malcolm’s height and extended his hand. “It’s nice meeting you, Malcolm.” The child took his hand.

  “Me, too,” the child said, as a hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth.

  Angela glanced at Lee. The last time she saw him was at her husband’s funeral, and the first thing she’d noticed was his gaunt appearance. When she’d asked him if he had been sick he’d admitted he’d just completed the requirements to become an army ranger, and had lost nearly forty pounds during the extremely intense sixty-one-day combat leadership course. It was apparent he had not only regained the weight but had also developed a lot of muscle, as evidenced by the bulging biceps in the rolled-up sleeves of his fatigues.

  Lee was tall, standing six-three, and his striking good looks turned heads whenever he entered a room. The genes he had inherited from his mixed-race African American-and-Cherokee father and white mother had given him a light brown complexion, raven-black wavy hair and blue-gray eyes. The girls at their high school had labeled him tall, dark and dangerous—his good looks, combined with his father’s criminal reputation, made him seem particularly lethal in the eyes of their parents, who warned them to stay away from him. Like father, like son, she’d heard people say.

  But she’d known firsthand that Lee would never dabble in drugs—he’d witnessed how it had nearly destroyed his family. Even when a lot of boys were smoking marijuana, drinking or popping pills, Lee was always an outsider, and she didn’t know if it had something to do with his father’s drug addiction.

  He now stood straight, and her eyes met his as she recalled his question if he’d changed much. At first glance Angela would’ve said he hadn’t. But upon a closer look she saw things that hadn’t been apparent during their last encounter. There was a network of fine lines around his eyes, and the stubble on his lean face, with its high cheekbones and sharp features, enhanced his overt masculinity. His hair grazed his jawline, and at the age of thirty, there was no hint of boyishness left in her friend.

  “Where’s your daughter?” Lee asked.

  “Zoe is inside with Lee’s mother. Malcolm and I have a dental appointment.”

  Lee inclined his head. “I’m not going to keep you. Whenever you’re free, give me a call so we can catch up.”

  Angela nodded. There was so much she wanted to tell Lee about the things that had happened since they last saw each other. The year before she’d been hired as the receptionist at a local medical clinic and then promoted to office manager. “Once you’re settled in, I’d like you and your sister to come by for Sunday dinner one of these days. I don’t know if Vivi told you, but I sold my house and moved in with my mother-in-law a couple of months before the twins were born.”

  He shook his head and smiled. “No, she didn’t. I’m not going anywhere for a while, so I’m really looking forward to getting together.”

  Angela returned his smile with a bright one of her own. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to get going or I’ll be late for our appointment.” She paused. “I’m glad you’re home.”

  A beat passed before Lee said, “Me, too.”

  * * *

  Lee watched as Angela settled Malcolm in a car seat in the second row of the late-model minivan. It may have been years since their last encounter, but time hadn’t changed how he felt about his best friend’s widow. He’d just celebrated his fifteenth birthday when he first entertained romantic feelings about the girl who told him she loved him like a brother. However, his thoughts about her were anything but brotherly, and he made certain never to cross the line to act on his fantasies. Now, fast-forward more than a decade, Lee realized his feelings for Angela hadn’t changed. He still liked her for more than friendship. There were countless times when he cursed his reticence to let her know how he felt, once Justin confessed that he and Angela had slept together two weeks before their high school graduation. And this revelation told him she was lost to him forever. Although they’d promised to stay in touch with one another, he, Justin and Angela took different paths. Lee had immersed himself i
n all things military. Justin had concentrated on a pre-med curriculum at college, while Angela had taken the world of high fashion modeling by storm.

  Their paths did not cross whenever he returned to The Falls for family business. The only contact was an occasional email or instant message with a cursory update as to what was going on in their lives. Lee was shocked when Justin told him he’d dropped out of med school to join the Corps. When he questioned his friend about not following his dream to become a doctor, Justin had said going into medicine had been his mother’s wish.

  Lee pulled his thoughts back to the present as he clamped his teeth together and watched the taillights of Angela’s vehicle turn the corner and disappear. He silently berated himself for not staying more closely connected to the two people who hadn’t judged him because he was Emory Remington’s boy.

  To the men in his unit he was known as Sergeant Remington or “Wolf,” but to those in Wickham Falls he was a descendant of the infamous Wolfes who at one time owned most of the coal mines in Johnson County and were notorious for the exploitation of their workers. Although many of the mines had been closed for more than thirty years, Lee could not escape the stigma attached to his family’s name. And despite having married a Remington, his mother had continued the family tradition that male descendants who did not carry Wolfe as their surname would have it as a middle name.

  Lee exhaled an audible breath. Well, he was back in Wickham Falls, not for a few days or even a week, but close to a year. He would take the time allowed him before reenlisting to rejoin his fellow rangers.

  * * *

  Five minutes later, Lee turned into the driveway leading to The Falls House. For years it had been known as Wolfe Hall, but when it went from being a family residence to a boardinghouse his Aunt Babs changed the name. The century-old structure, designed in the architectural style of the antebellum South, bore noticeable signs of disrepair. Several shutters had come loose from their fastenings, and what had been touted as the finest residence in Johnson County appeared to be an eyesore to Lee. Although the ten-bedroom, twelve-bath mansion was constructed during the Victorian period, Hiram Wolfe’s new bride had insisted it resemble her ancestral home in Beaufort, South Carolina.

 
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