He’d met Scott’s wife only once…
It was back when he was at Nellis years ago. But a man didn’t forget a woman like that.
Her hair had been longer then. With her pictures plastered on the wall of their barracks, every guy in their first squadron was envious of Scott—or Spade, as they called him.
Nate closed his eyes.
Spade…whose career had escalated too fast, who’d died in the prime of life….
The pregnant woman in the elevator couldn’t possibly have been his widow—could she? When he’d crashed and died six months ago, Nate knew his friend’s only regret was that he and his wife had never been able to have children.
Was this woman, this pregnant woman, really his friend’s wife? If so, that could mean only one thing: she’d betrayed her husband.
Dear Reader,
Family relationships can bring us the greatest happiness and the greatest sorrow. One thing is certain. They’re always complicated, complex and intriguing.
In this novel, Another Man’s Wife, and the sequel, Home to Copper Mountain (coming from Superromance in May 2003), I’ve focused on the lives of two extraordinary brothers, Nate and Rick Hawkins, whose worlds are forever changed when tragedy strikes their remarkably close family.
As both men strive to put the pain behind them and make sense of their lives, we see them run the gamut of loss, anger, bitterness, guilt, confusion, self-doubt, struggle and growth—especially when they encounter the strong women whose love is able to heal their tortured souls.
I hope you enjoy their stories! And please check out my Web site, www.rebeccawinters-author.com.
Rebecca Winters
Another Man’s Wife
Rebecca Winters
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
CHAPTER ONE
MAJOR NATE HAWKINS GOT READY to climb out of the military transport at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado, aware that the moment his foot touched the tarmac, he’d be a civilian again.
Though he’d planned to stay in the Air Force until retirement, his mother’s unexpected death during an avalanche six months ago had brought huge changes to the Hawkins family. It seemed life had other plans for him.
He reminded himself that he could’ve been like Spade, who’d bought it during that damn air demonstration in Italy at the same time Nate had been burying his mother.
Nate knew he should be grateful to be alive….
The transport door opened. He filed out behind a couple of crewmen. After leaving the milder temperatures back in Holland, the frigid March air came as a shock. You’d never know spring was officially here.
He grimaced to think that his mother wouldn’t be home when he got there, and a sense of grief, of bleakness, settled over him. If this was how his father felt now that she was gone, then Nate understood why his parents’ ski business was in danger of going under.
“Hey, Nate! This way!”
His brother’s voice broke through the heavy shroud of oppression that had enveloped him during the long flight.
““Rick!” Thank God for that constant in his life.
A warm feeling displaced the sadness, and he rushed past people to reach his brother. Only a year apart in age, both men were six feet two, an inch taller than their father. They’d inherited his powerful athletic build, but it was Rick with the gray eyes who looked most like their dad.
Nate, on the other hand, had dark-blond hair and resembled their deceased mother, a statuesque, blue-eyed blonde from Are, Sweden. According to her, when the boys were toddlers people had often mistaken them for twins because Rick’s hair hadn’t turned brown yet.
They gave each other a fierce hug. “It’s good to see you, man.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Rick muttered.
Nate took a second look at his younger brother. Since tragedy had struck their family, the happy-go-lucky attitude—which had earned him the name “lucky” on the ski slopes and the racetrack—was still missing.
That didn’t surprise Nate, but the set of Rick’s features did.
“I take it you’ve already seen Dad.” Their plan had been to walk into the house together and surprise him.
“You could say that,” came Rick’s cryptic comment.
“Have you told him what we’ve done?”
“Not yet.”
Something else was wrong, something besides the fact that being home again was a painful reminder of their mother’s death.
“Is Dad waiting in the car?”
“No.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything else?”
Rick’s lips formed an unpleasant twist. “You don’t want to know yet. Come on. Let’s get out of here, so we can be private.”
On that mysterious note, Nate followed his brother through freshly fallen snow to the four-wheel-drive Blazer bearing the Eagles’ Nest Ski and Bike Shop logo on the side. He tossed his duffel in the back seat and walked around to the front passenger door.
Nate had to admit he was relieved that Rick had come alone. Nate wasn’t ready to be united with his father yet. The deep lines of grief carved in the older man’s sunbronzed face before they’d closed the casket still kept him awake nights.
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