Swapping houses for Christmas vacation
Brought a gift she never imagined
While Fort Hood, Texas, isnât exactly the City of Lights, Major India Woods discovers its hottest attractionâMajor Aidan Nordâlives right next door! And they happily enjoy a little no-strings mischief under the mistletoe. Until India discovers Aidan is seeing other womenâhis adorable twin girls, that is! After a lifetime of globe-trotting, India wonders if this little family could be her biggest adventure.
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THE MAJORSâ HOLIDAY HIDEAWAY
© 2018 Caroline Phipps
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This story about a family is dedicated to my family.
Many military families must spend some holidays
apart. I know Iâm very lucky to have never spent a Christmas apart from Richard, Katie and William.
May all your Christmases be bright.
Chapter One
It began with the note taped to her door.
Or rather, the note was the end.
Major India Woods, US Army, stood in the hallway outside her apartment in Belgium and read the note. Her feet were killing her after a ten-hour day in black, high-heeled pumps, but the note was taped right at eye level, so she read it on the spot.
Her boyfriend, Gerard-Pierre, had very neat handwriting. His words, lovely loops of black ink that formed perfectly parallel lines across the white paper, spelled the end of their relationship.
He just didnât know it.
Heâd written in French, of course, although his English was nearly as good as hers. Ostensibly, he preferred to use French when communicating with her because sheâd once said it was her weakest language and he was, therefore, helping her. Considering her English, German, Dutch, Flemish and Danish were better than his, she believed he preferred to use the one language that made him superiorâbut sheâd known that for almost as long as sheâd known Gerard-Pierre. It wasnât the language in which heâd written that signaled the end of their relationship.
They needed to talk tonight, Gerard-Pierre had written. He had to work late, but heâd be home after dinner. This was Europe; after dinner could mean ten or eleven at night. India was an American and an army officer to boot; her workday started as early as six in the morning, something Gerard-Pierre had always considered uncivilized. His schedule as a university teaching assistant might be more sophisticated than hers, but expecting her to wait up for him tonight was a thoughtless way to treat a woman who had to get up before dawn to run three miles with her military unit.