STEPBROTHER ROMANCE BOX SET: Romance Stories For My Hot Stepbrother, My Younger Stepbrother Soldier & Dr. Stepbrother (Romance, Alphas Bad Boy Soldier ... Forbidden Short Stories, Military Romance) by Andrea Niles, Trudy Valdez Read Free Book Online

senior year. A soldier came to their school, recruiting young men and women for the service.  A nice number of students stood up that day, saying they were interested to fight for their country. Alex had been in that group. It had surprised Sarah. Alex had never seemed like one to willingly take on responsibility, but he had that day.
    Years past. Alex would come home whenever his boat was in, but he never stayed long. A day at most. He’d moved up quickly in the ranks. Then, five years ago, we’d heard a report of Alex’s plane going down over the Atlantic Ocean. No plane was found. Neither was his body. He’d been declared dead. the news had broken Donald’s heart. Almost literally. He’d died days later.
    “Where’s my father?” Alex asked. “Tuck him in nicely tonight?” The question had been directed towards Rachel. A smirk still on his face. Sarah’s heart sank. He didn’t know. The news would sure wipe the arrogant grin from his face. Sarah didn’t want to do it.
    Lucky for him, Rachel didn’t share in Sarah’s feeling. “He’s dead.”

Chapter 2 – A New Kind of Touch
     
     
    Alex woke in the bed in his room. He recognized it immediately, but couldn’t remember how he’d got there. The sun broke through the window in rays, casting light onto his hard oak furniture and macassar ebony wood flooring. Nothing had changed. Everything was right where he’d left it. His red antique model plane caught his eye. All he’d ever wanted to do was fly. And he had.
    Alex took a long breath. The room even smelt the same. The air was almost enough to transport him back in time. Before the war.Before the smell of death.The nightmares.
    The sound of the door opening made him jump. It took a moment for his heart rate to return to normal. He faintly recognized the old man in front of him. The man had been his father’s psychologist. What was he doing in Alex’s room?
    “Oh good, you’re up. How are you feeling?” Dr. Patterson walked across the room and took a seat by the bay window. He smiled at Alex. He waited patiently for a reply.
    Alex had questions of his own, “What are you doing here?”
    “It’s been a long time, Alex. How are things?” A notebook appeared out of nowhere and into Dr. Patterson’s hand. He still smiled at Alex. Ever the patient one.
    Alex’s heart jumped back in his throat. “What are you doing here?” This time, the question came out with more force. Anger and panic began to bunch in Alex’s muscles.
    Dr. Patterson sat the notebook down. His face became very serious. “What do you remember of last night?”
    Alex narrowed his eyes at the man. He then looked away. Silence filled the room as he worked to remember. He remembered having a taxi bring him to the Estate. He’d remembered punching in the code at the gate. He remembered knocking at the front door, wanting to surprise his family. He remembered the front door opening. The staff was there. Rachel and Sarah. He asked about his father.
    Alex swung his head towards Dr. Patterson. “My father is dead.”
    Dr. Patterson nodded his head very slowly. “Yes, Rachel told you that your father died. Then what happened.” Dr. Patterson had bright and gentle green eyes. Alex was sure it helped calm most of his patients, but it wasn’t calming him.
    “I can’t remember,” Alex eventually whispered.
    “Nothing comes to mind?” The good doctor pressed.
    Alex shook his head.
    Dr. Patterson sighed. He opened his notebook and began to write. “You have what people refer to as PTSD.”
    Alex frowned. “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? No, I don’t.”
    “You’re jumpy. You jumped when I came through the door. You can’t remember events, memory loss, and though the room is at sixty-five degrees,  you’re sweating right now.”
    Alex looked down at the gray shirt he was wearing. He didn’t remember how it had got on him. It was one of his high school gym shirts. It was a little tight where Alex had toned, but it mostly