Shepherd Moon

by Rochelle Alers

  “Yes,” she whispered. The tears came before she could stop them.

  Emery sprang up, cradling her to his chest. “Don’t cry, baby. Please don’t cry.”

  “I…I can’t…help it,” she said, hiccupping.

  Lowering his head, Emery covered her mouth with his, cutting off her soft sobs. He showered kisses around her lips and along her jaw. “Thank you, darling. Thank you,” he whispered over and over.

  Rhianna snuggled closer to his hard, hot body. “When do you want to get married?”

  “Next week.”

  “You’re kidding?”

  He shook his head slowly. “No, I’m not. I’ve been in love with you for more than half my life, and I’ve exhausted all of my patience.”

  “What about my parents?”

  “What about them, Rhia?”

  “I’m certain my mother is going to want a ceremony and a little something afterwards.”

  “Reid and Anna know what to do.”

  The heavy lashes that shadowed her cheeks flew up. “My parents know?”

  “Yes, baby. I told your father that I was in love with you, and that I planned to ask you to marry me.”

  “What did he say?”

  “‘Go for it!’”

  She had to smile. “That sounds like my father. I’d like to wait a little longer.”

  “How long?”

  “A couple of months. I’m going to call my boss and let him know that I’m resigning. Don’t forget that I have to go back to Los Angeles to close up my apartment.”

  A muscle twitched in Emery’s jaw. He’d admitted to Rhianna that he was very short on patience. “How’s February?”

  She nodded. “I’d love a Valentine’s Day wedding.”

  “Then Valentine’s it is.” He reached for her hand. “Let’s get back to the house. I want to give you your Christmas present.”

  “What did you get me?”

  Emery patted the hand tucked into the bend of his elbow. “You’ll see.”

  Resting her head against his shoulder, Rhianna smiled up at Emery. “I left your gift on the porch.”

  “What did you get me?” he asked, repeating her query.

  “You’ll see soon enough.”

  As they walked back to the large house that had been filled with happiness and sorrow, and would soon be filled with joy again Emery told Rhianna about his telephone conversation with Alan Maddox.

  She leapt into his arms, kissing him passionately. “I can’t believe it. You’re finally going to be Doctor Sutherland.”

  “It’s going to take some getting used to, but it’s been a long time coming. After the lambing we’ll take a belated honeymoon. All of the sheep will be transported back to the college for further study. Late August or early September I’ll get another flock and start the breeding process all over again.”

  Rhianna stared at her fiancé’s distinctive profile in the shadowy glow of the full moon. “What do you plan to do once the study is over?”

  “One of the conditions of the grant is that I’m expected to chair a series of lectures for a minimum of one year. After that I’ll apply to several area veterinary hospitals.”

  They made their way up the steps to the porch, stopping only to retrieve the shopping bag from the rocker. There was only the sound of their footsteps as they climbed the staircase leading to the top floor.

  Rhianna felt flutters in the pit of her stomach as Emery undressed her and carried her to the large bed. The last time they’d shared the bed it had been as man and woman, but this time it would be as fiancé and fiancée. Their words pledging a future together as binding as the vows they would exchange in another few weeks.

  Even their lovemaking was different. It was passionate but tempered with tenderness and a love that promised forever.

  It was later—after their passions had peaked and their breathing had resumed a normal rate that Rhianna and Emery exchanged Christmas gifts.

  He cradled an exquisite bowl of Steuben glass etched with a scene of a shepherd tending his sheep under the light of a large star on his fingertips. Rhianna had also given him compacts discs of all of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical productions.

  He put down the bowl and stacked the discs on a nearby table before learning over and kissing her. “You are incredible.”

  “So are you.”

  Moonlight shimmered on the diamonds resting between her breasts. He’d wanted to buy her a ring, but settled on a necklace with three hearts representing yesterday, today and tomorrow. The larger heart made of white gold cradled two smaller ones in rose and yellow gold.

  Pulling her into his arms, Emery buried his face in her short hair. “Do you think you’ll be able to spare a weekend to go shopping for rings?”

  “Do you think we’re going to need an entire weekend to select rings?”

  “We will if we go into Manhattan to celebrate.”

  Rhianna giggled. “How will we go in?”

  “By limo, of course.”

  “You are so naughty, Doctor Sutherland.”

  “I’ll show you naughty,” he crooned as he swept her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. They shared a shower, exchanging a passion that ended with them sitting on the floor of the stall, limbs entwined, hearts beating in unison as they truly had become one.

  This Christmas would become the first of many more for Rhianna and Emery where the real reason for the season was LOVE.

  EPILOGUE

  Reid and Anna Campbell

  Request the pleasure of your company

  At the marriage of their daughter

  RHIANNA SHILOH

  To EMERY PATRICK SUTHERLAND

  Brother of BRIELLE SUTHERLAND-HARRIS and

  PAUL, KIRK, and DEBORAH SUTHERLAND

  Saturday, the Fourteenth of February 2006

  Four o’clock in the afternoon

  At the First Baptist Church

  Brandywine Lane, Shepherd, New York

  Reception afterward at

  Six o’clock in the evening at

  The Vandervoot Mansion

  222 Grove Court

  Shepherd, New York

  * * * * *

  Read on for a sneak peek of

  Twins for the Soldier,

  the next book in national bestselling author Rochelle Alers’s

  Wickham Falls Weddings series!

  Army ranger Lee Remington didn’t think he’d ever go back to Wickham Falls, home of some of his worst memories. But he’s shocked by a powerful attraction to military widow Angela Mitchelll. But as he preps for his ready-made family, there’s one thing Lee forgot to tell her…

  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 and 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 wher
e 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. 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 glamourous 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 lucks, 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 whether 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 the 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 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 set
tled 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 in 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.