Reunited for the Holidays (Love Inspired Series)

Reunited for the Holidays (Love Inspired Series)

by Jillian Hart

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ISBN-13: 9781459249929
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 12/01/2012
Series: Texas Twins Series
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 175,667
File size: 308 KB

About the Author

Jillian Hart grew up on the original homestead where her family still lives, went to high school where Twin Peaks was filmed, earned an English degree, and has travelled extensively. When Jillian’s not writing her stories, she reads, stops for café mochas, and hikes through the pine forests near her home in Washington State.

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Dr . Brian Wallace plucked the ceramic frog out of the flower bed, tipped it upside down and shook hard. The spare front-door key fell onto his palm as he squinted into the watery afternoon sun. It was good to be home. Late November air crisped over him and he shivered, goose bumps traveling down his arms. Weak from an extended illness, he gripped the railing to steady himself. The long trip from rural Texas had taken a toll on him.

The old adage There's No Worse Patient Than a Doctor had never been more true, he thought, as he struggled up the stairs. Easily winded, he paused a moment at the top, thanking God he was here to see the colors of sunset. His near brush with death had marked him. He couldn't deny it. He'd missed his life here in Fort Worth. He missed his kids—although they were grown, they were what he had left of his heart.

He ambled to the door, leaned heavily against the wall and inserted the key. The door creaked open. Every part of him vibrated with a mix of weakness and exhaustion. As he crossed the threshold into the comfort of the house, memories surrounded him. It had been years since his children had lived here, but he recalled the pound of music from an upstairs bedroom, the chatter of his daughter on her phone, the drum of feet as one of the boys prowled the kitchen.

Emotion dug into his chest, claws sharp. Yes, looking death in the face changed a man. It stripped away everything extraneous, leaving what mattered most.

His footsteps echoed in the lonely living room. He eased onto a couch cushion, sighing heavily as fatigue washed over him like water. Maybe he should have listened to his colleague—he'd valued Dr. Travors's expertise, which had saved his life—but he'd had enough bed rest. He needed to get home; he needed to be here. The Lord had put a deep call into his heart. He couldn't explain it as he reached for the phone to try his children again. He needed to see them.

He dialed his daughter's number first. Dear Maddie. Many things had crossed his mind while he'd lain on a spare cot in the corner of a migrant worker's temporary home—a shack beside many others on a remote Texas farm. His failings and regrets hit hard, but none as cruelly as his missteps in his personal relationships. He'd always had a difficult time opening up. He had to try to fix that. He'd been given a second chance.

He waited for the call to connect. A muffled ringing came from what sounded like his front porch. The bell pealed, boots thumped on the front step and joy launched him from the couch. He set down the phone, listening to the faint conversation on the other side of the door. His kids were here? Theirs were the voices he'd missed during his illness, the ones he'd most longed to hear. He gripped the brass knob, tugged and set eyes on his children. All three of them.

Praise the Lord, for bringing them here safe and sound. "You got my messages."

"You left about a dozen." Maddie tumbled into his arms. "Dad, you have no idea how good it is to see you. No idea."

"Right back at you, sweetheart." The endearment stumbled off his tongue—he wasn't good with them—but he had to get better at speaking his feelings. He had to try harder. His dear Maddie, so like her mother. His chest ached with affections too intense to handle, so he swallowed hard, trying to tamp them down as he held her hands in his after their hug was done. "I was gone a little longer than I'd planned this time—"

"A little?" Her voice shot up. "Dad, you have no idea how worried sick we've been over you."

"I don't even know how to say how sorry I am—"

"What matters is that you're all right." Her hands gave his a warm, understanding squeeze.

"Where have you been?" Grayson, his oldest child, stepped in to join the reunion. Tall, dark and handsome. Pride swelled up, making it hard to look at the boy properly.

"Grayson." Those couldn't be tears in his eyes, of course not. Brian wasn't a man given to tears. Maybe because he had thought of his two other children when he'd been fighting for his life on that cot. Yet another son and daughter, lost to him forever. His biggest regret of all. Emotion clumped in his throat, making it impossible to say more.

"We've been looking for you." Grayson's hug was brief, his face fighting emotion, too. "We found your wallet in a ditch and we feared you were missing. The police—"

"Missing?" He swiped a hand over his face, grimacing, hating what he'd put them through. "I was in rural Texas, you know that, sometimes without phones or cell service. I would have gotten a message to you kids, but I lost my cell—"

"I know. We found your phone, too." Carter, his youngest from his second marriage, stepped in, healthy and whole, back from war. "We were afraid you'd gotten ill. Are you all right, Dad?"

"Now I am." He wrapped his arms around Carter, holding him tight. When he ended the hug, he held on, drinking in the sight of the boy—okay, he was twenty-three, but Carter would always be his youngest, a seasoned soldier home from deployment safely. When Brian let go, it was hard to see again. He was grateful to God for returning his youngest son home unharmed.

"We heard you caught a virulent strain of strep." Carter ambled into the living room, making himself at home.

"And that you'd been treating a family who were dangerously ill." Grayson headed straight for the couch.

"We feared the worst, Dad." Beautiful Maddie with her auburn hair and a stylish fashion sense swept through the doorway, anguish carved into her dear face.

"I never meant to worry you." He shut the door, swallowing hard. His case had been severe and there'd been days, even weeks, where it hadn't been certain he would live. He didn't know what to do with the emotions coiled in his chest, so he shrugged, tried to play things down. "I survived, so it wasn't so bad."

"This is just like you. Always keeping us out instead of letting us in." Maddie sounded upset, on the verge of anger or tears, maybe both.

He hated upsetting her. Frustrated at himself, he crossed his arms over his chest. Remember your vow,

Brian. You have to try harder. "I didn't mean it that way, honey. There's nothing to worry about now. I'm on the mend. That you kids are here, that you came, means everything."

It wasn't easy, but he got out the words.

"Oh, Daddy." Maddie swiped her eyes. "Don't you dare make me cry. I'm choked up enough already."

"What do you mean? What's got you choked up? Is something going on?"

"Dad, you'd better sit down for this." Grayson patted the seat beside him.

"This can't be good." He studied Carter's serious face and the troubled crinkles around Grayson's eyes. "Something happened while I was gone. That's why you were trying to reach me?"

"It's not bad news, but it could give you a real shock." Grayson cleared his throat, waiting until Brian eased onto the cushion. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to do it. We found Mom."

"Uh…" Brian's brain screeched to a halt, unable to make sense of those words. He was hearing things. No doubt due to his exhaustion and weakened state. "Sorry…say that again? Your mom's buried. She died when Carter was three. You remember the car accident."

"Not Sharla, Dad. Our real mother, at least for Gray-son and me," Maddie added.

"Your real…? What?" That's as far as he got. The mention of the mother of his other son and daughter floored him. How could they know? All they could remember was Sharla, his second wife, the woman he'd married when the kids were very young. "Wait a minute. I don't understand. You're not making any sense."

"I know it's a shock for you, Daddy." Maddie settled on the couch across from him. "But it's true. Take a deep breath. I found our birth mother."

"No." He shook his head, refusing to see how that was possible. The only person Maddie could be talking about was Isabella…his first wife, his high school sweetheart, the woman who'd broken his faith in true love.

"I found Violet—" she began.

"Violet?" He blinked, his brain spinning.

"Thanks to a lucky coincidence, Violet and I came face-to-face in a coffee shop and I found Mom from there." Maddie's hands cradled his.

Isabella was gone, tucked away in the Witness Protection Program with their two other children, never to be seen again. Their lives depended on it. "My mind's playing tricks on me because I thought you said—"

"Yes, I did. Mom is in Grasslands, and we're all together. Violet and Jack, well, they used to be Laurel and Tanner."

Laurel? Tanner? He shuddered, fighting the memory welling up of the U.S. Marshal driving away in a black SUV. Isabella in the window, cradling a six-month-old in her arms, and a little chestnut-haired boy, just two, waving bye-bye.

He swallowed hard. His lost children were here, in Texas. In Grasslands? Within driving distance? All this time he'd grieved for them, missed them with his entire heart for twenty-five years and now the two sets of twins were reunited? They'd found one another?

No, he shook his head, refusing to believe it. It couldn't be true. The hardest thing he'd ever done was let them go. But he'd had to make an impossible choice to protect his family from unspeakable danger.

"We're together now, Dad." Maddie's happiness was real. Her hands around his were real. "The only one missing is you."

Her words finally sank in. Realization crashed over him like a cold ocean wave, washing away disbelief.

This was really happening. It wasn't a hallucination or fever, born from his illness. He rubbed his hand over his face, took a deep breath and willed his heart rate to slow.

"Isabella." For twenty-five years—nearly all of his adult life—he'd been without her. And for good reason, he'd told himself. He'd done his best not to think of her for over two decades. That's the way he wanted it.

How could he tell his kids that? Maddie with her delight, Grayson actually smiling and Carter relaxed and at peace. This was good news for them.

But it wasn't good news. He thought about the reason for their separation in the first place. Was it safe to reunite the twins? What about the murderous drug dealer they'd been hiding from? His stomach clenched tightly as he pressed his hands to his face, overwhelmed.

"Violet and Jack are waiting to meet you, Dad." Carter stood, holding out his hand. "C'mon. I'll drive you."

"Good, because I'm not steady." A lot had changed in twenty-five years, but not his love for his kids—for all of his kids. He took Carter's hand. "Then let's go."

As for Isabella, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. The last thing he wanted was to see her again.

"Mom, you don't have to be so stubborn."

"Me, stubborn?" Belle gripped her walker, refusing to give in to the limitations her head injury and consequent coma had left her with. She had work to do—work she missed back home on the ranch—and being cooped up in Ranchland Manor wasn't in her plans for much longer. "What makes you say that?"

"Oh, no reason." Violet, her beautiful, redheaded daughter, rolled her eyes. "Will you get in bed already?"

"I'm not sleepy." The evening was still lovely, with the big Texas sky stretching like a soft blue canvas. She missed horseback riding beneath that canopy with the wind on her face. She breathed in, longing for the tangy scent of grass and open prairie. The biggest problem with being stuck in this place was the walls. At forty-three, Belle lived a very active lifestyle and liked her wide-open spaces. Maybe that had to do with those early years when she'd been in hiding, when her children were small.

"Mom, you're here to heal, remember?" Jack, her handsome, strapping son, tugged around the armchair, so it would face the window instead of the bed. "Can you take it easy for once?"

"That would be against my better judgment."

"Do something because we ask, okay?" Jack took her elbow.

"Yeah, Mom, it won't kill you, right?" Violet's loving laughter filled the room.

"It might," she quipped, clunking the walker to a stop beside the armchair. Here came the hard part. She stopped her walker a few inches away, giving her just enough distance so that she would have to take a step on her own.

"Do you have to do everything the hard way?" Jack's dry humor washed over her, making it easy to push off from the walker and lurch toward the chair. His strong hand banded her elbow, assisting her. Violet caught her other arm and she plopped onto the cushion. Goal achieved.

"Next time, it will be two steps," she declared, determined to push along her recovery from what they hoped was a temporary deficit of motor functions.

"Next time, it better not be." Violet plucked Belle's hairbrush off the nightstand. "You don't know what we went through when you fell off your horse and had to be rushed to the hospital."

"Our world stopped turning." Gruff, Jack turned away, striding fast to the window. He planted his hand on his hips, staring out at the courtyard, his whole body reverberating with emotion.

"I hate that you were worried." She hadn't been there to comfort them or to ease their troubles, because she'd been in a deep coma. It tore her apart. All she'd ever wanted was to be there for her children.

"Worried doesn't begin to describe it." Violet leaned in, brushing Belle's thick auburn hair. "Terrified."

"Heartsick," Jack groused.

"You waking up was the best thing that could have happened." Violet blinked dampness from her eyes.

"The doctors say you are a wonder, too, coming back to us with hardly any impairment." Jack didn't turn from the window, but his gratitude vibrated in his voice.

"Which I'm grateful to God for. He is good." Belle patted her daughter's arm, love brimming for them, her precious children. More grateful for them because of the two children she'd left behind. "My big problem is how do I convince the doctors to stop with the tests? That's what I want to know."

"Think of it this way," Violet suggested. "The quicker all the testing is done, the sooner you can recover. The faster you can recover, the sooner you can come home."

"Home." Nothing sounded as good. To be in her own bed, to sit in the peaceful quiet of her living room and watch the horses graze in the paddock. The restless wind, the crisp scent of fall-becoming-winter air, feeling the sun on her back as she walked through the fields. That's the medicine she needed right now. She'd never been one to sit around and let grass grow under her boots. "Any chance either of you can smuggle me out?"

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Reunited for the Holidays 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Jutzie More than 1 year ago
Reunited for the Holidays by Jillian Hart Texas Twins Series Book 6 Brian Wallace finally returns to his home in Fort Worth. Due to unforeseen circumstances he was not able to contact his family. In fact, he was through such a traumatic time that he has realized he has been given a precious second chance at life. At least with his three children. There will always be a hole in his heart for the other three he lost forever….or did he? Seems there has been quite a few changes in the six months he’s been gone. Belle Colby has been in a coma for six months. Nothing like waking up and seeing two of her children for the first time in twenty-five years. Add to that the fact all of them have found their soul mates. But nothing tops the moment when the one man she never planned to see again in her life walks into her room at the convalescent home. And how quickly her heart recognizes him. This was a really good series with enough loose ends to keep you coming back to read the next book. Jillian Hart pulls together all the loose ends from the previous five books to give the readers closure. I found it tough to leave the Wallace/Colby clan and Grasslands, Texas, the characters were all written so well and pulled the reader into their world. In this final book we see how several of our characters have to face their past and forgive themselves and others so they can move ahead to the future and good things that God has planned for them.
Snoozy24 More than 1 year ago
Jillian Hart closed out the series of Texas Twins, with a wonderful Christmas story. The involved a family with 2 sets of twins, boys and girls; the parents each took a boy and girl, because the mother went to Witness Protection. The father remarried and had a son, so their was a reunion of 5 children with their birth parents. Both parents suffered serious physical ailments, which all the more encouraged this family reunion. The story is about the mom and dad and their relationship, which Jillian deals with in a very loving way. There is a mystery to be solved, but that's up to the reader. I received this book for an honest opinion and no expectation of remuneration.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was so wonderful to read a book of renewed love for a middle aged couple. I could place myself in the story and dream! I loved how they handled their grown children and surprise events. Would recommend this to all ages. It was so full of love and hope!
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I was given three of the five books. After reading the first two I immediately went out and bought the remaining two. All of them, including this one were wonderful reads.
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A sweet story.
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After reading the other books in this series, I eagerly awaited the final book. I was not disappointed. As a matter of fact I was quite please that it turned out as it did. I couldn't imagine Brian walking away from his family and not looking back. I loved the series.
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Karlly More than 1 year ago
After reading the other five books in this series, I was eagerly awaiting this last book to find out why the family had been torn apart. I was disappointed. The reason was barely believable for one thing. Witness Protection?? When people go into the Witness Protection Program in real life, none of their family or friends know where they are or their real identities, yet Belle's ex-husband was given some information. When the murderer was no longer a risk to their safety, Belle would have been informed, yet she wasn't, and it was a month before she had her accident so she could have been contacted by her handlers, nor did her children receive any mysterious phone calls for Belle while she was in a coma. Belle and Brian both "over thought" everything and second guessed everything, especially their feelings. This story was repetitive on the part of Belle and Brian as well...the same things were repeated. The dialogue between Belle and Brian sounded more like it was between two teenagers rather than two mature adults. I just felt let down after reading this book and it was almost boring compared to the other five in the series.
brandy2012 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book, the interaction within the familywas well done