The Wallace Family Gift
Twenty-five years ago, Dr. Brian Wallace and Belle Colby were married with two sets of twinstoddler boys and infant girls. Then the young family was torn apart. Each took a girl and boy and went their separate waysnever to see one another again. Brian is stunned to return home from a mission to find all the siblings reunited at their mothers Texas ranch. He has never forgotten Belle or how much he loved her. Will unanswered questions stand in the way of this family finding their long-awaited second chance?
You may have to trust me to handle the situation, Brian said.
Together, you and I made the decision to separate the twins in the first place, Belle said. Well make what decisions we have to now together. Were no longer married. You cant make decisions for me, Brian.
Not that I ever could.
No.
I have no doubt when it comes to you, Isabella.
I go by Belle now. How was she going to deal with Brian on an extended basis? With prayer and Gods grace.
His gaze fastened on hers, betraying another hint of feeling. He gave a half smile, as if he remembered their married years, raising two sets of twins together. Toddling boys playing in the tiny house they rented. The warm, dear sounds of the babies awakening from their naps in the warm house decorated for Christmas.
Such good memories. Bright enough to outshine the bad.
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Texas Twins: Two sets of twins,
torn apart by family secrets, find their way home.
Her Surprise SisterMarta Perry
July 2012
Mirror Image BrideBarbara McMahon
August 2012
Carbon Copy CowboyArlene James
September 2012
Look-Alike LawmanGlynna Kaye
October 2012
The Soldiers Newfound FamilyKathryn Springer
November 2012
Reunited for the HolidaysJillian Hart
December 2012
JILLIAN HART
grew up on her familys homestead, where she helped raise cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isnt working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book or spending quiet evenings at home with her family.
Reunited for the Holidays
Jillian Hart
www.millsandboon.co.uk
And let the peace of God rule in your hearts.
Colossians 3:15
Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Jillian Hart for her contribution to the Texas Twins miniseries.
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Dear Reader
Questions for Discussion
Excerpt
Chapter One
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 Theres 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 couldnt deny it. Hed missed his life here in Fort Worth. He missed his kidsalthough 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 colleaguehed valued Dr. Travorss expertise, which had saved his lifebut hed 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 couldnt explain it as he reached for the phone to try his children again. He needed to see them.
He dialed his daughters number first. Dear Maddie. Many things had crossed his mind while hed lain on a spare cot in the corner of a migrant workers temporary homea 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. Hed always had a difficult time opening up. He had to try to fix that. Hed 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 hed missed during his illness, the ones hed 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 tonguehe wasnt good with thembut 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 Id planned this time
A little? Her voice shot up. Dad, you have no idea how worried sick weve been over you.
I dont even know how to say how sorry I am
What matters is that youre 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 couldnt be tears in his eyes, of course not. Brian wasnt a man given to tears. Maybe because he had thought of his two other children when hed 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.
Weve been looking for you. Graysons 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 hed 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 youd 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 boyokay, 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 youd 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 thered been days, even weeks, where it hadnt been certain he would live. He didnt know what to do with the emotions coiled in his chest, so he shrugged, tried to play things down. I survived, so it wasnt 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 didnt mean it that way, honey. Theres nothing to worry about now. Im on the mend. That you kids are here, that you came, means everything.
It wasnt easy, but he got out the words.
Oh, Daddy. Maddie swiped her eyes. Dont you dare make me cry. Im choked up enough already.
What do you mean? Whats got you choked up? Is something going on?
Dad, youd better sit down for this. Grayson patted the seat beside him.
This cant be good. He studied Carters serious face and the troubled crinkles around Graysons eyes. Something happened while I was gone. Thats why you were trying to reach me?
Its not bad news, but it could give you a real shock. Grayson cleared his throat, waiting until Brian eased onto the cushion. Theres no easy way to say this, so Im just going to do it. We found Mom.
Uh... Brians 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 moms buried. She died when Carter was three. You remember the car accident.
Not Sharla, Dad. Our real mother, at least for Grayson and me, Maddie added.
Your real...? What? Thats 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 hed married when the kids were very young. Wait a minute. I dont understand. Youre not making any sense.
I know its a shock for you, Daddy. Maddie settled on the couch across from him. But its 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 whod 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. Maddies 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 minds playing tricks on me because I thought you said
Yes, I did. Mom is in Grasslands, and were 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 hed grieved for them, missed them with his entire heart for twenty-five years and now the two sets of twins were reunited? Theyd found one another?
No, he shook his head, refusing to believe it. It couldnt be true. The hardest thing hed ever done was let them go. But hed had to make an impossible choice to protect his family from unspeakable danger.
Were together now, Dad. Maddies 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 wasnt 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 yearsnearly all of his adult lifehed been without her. And for good reason, hed told himself. Hed done his best not to think of her for over two decades. Thats 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 wasnt 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 theyd 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. Cmon. Ill drive you.
Good, because Im not steady. A lot had changed in twenty-five years, but not his love for his kidsfor all of his kids. He took Carters hand. Then lets go.
As for Isabella, hed cross that bridge when he came to it. The last thing he wanted was to see her again.
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Mom, you dont 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 dowork she missed back home on the ranchand being cooped up in Ranchland Manor wasnt in her plans for much longer. What makes you say that?