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  From first love...

  To forever?

  Fourteen years ago, teenage Kane Wheeler disappeared from Mattie Brigham’s life without a word of explanation. While nothing has filled the void left by Kane, Mattie has forged a successful life as an army doc. When they’re unexpectedly reunited in the line of duty, their attraction is still as fierce as ever. And Kane’s determined to convince Mattie they can still have a happy-ever-after above all!

  From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.

  Reunited on the Front Line

  Book 1: Second Chance with His Army Doc

  Book 2: Reawakened by Her Army Major

  Reunited on the Front Line

  Medics and majors...fulfilling their duties and falling in love!

  When it comes to fulfilling their duties, these heroes and heroines are at the top of their game, but when it comes to love, their successes are much more limited! Career driven and ambitious, it’s a shock to them all when love sneaks up and threatens to blow apart their carefully formed plans...

  Discover their stories in this fabulous new duet by Charlotte Hawkes.

  Second Chance with His Army Doc

  Company Sergeant Major Kane Wheeler has a lot to apologize to army doc Major Mattie Brigham for. He broke both of their hearts when he walked out on their relationship, but now fate—and the British Army—has given him the chance to make things right!

  Reawakened by Her Army Major

  It was only supposed to be a one-night fling—working together in extreme conditions means that Major Hayden Brigham and nurse Bridget Gardiner need to keep their hands firmly off each other, but when the boundaries between desire and duty begin to blur, love might triumph!

  Dear Reader,

  Before I even came up with the idea of an army duet, the characters of Hayden “Hayd” Brigham and Mathilda “Mattie” Brigham were patrolling around my head. Two siblings with a brigadier father, who competed with each other to be the best soldier, but who always loved each other and would always have each other’s backs.

  I knew they would both need strong, independent individuals to counterbalance them.

  For Mattie, that someone is Kane Wheeler—her lost first love. Bad boy turned good. He has spent his entire life trying to repent for something he did as a kid, never feeling as though he was good enough for the high-flying Mattie. Yet there has never been anyone else for either of them.

  I truly loved learning about this guarded couple as I was writing. It felt as though I was learning about them, too, as little by little they let me in on their shared history! I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  I receive such lovely comments from readers, so thank you! I love to hear from you, and you can find me on Facebook, Twitter, or at charlotte-hawkes.com.

  Charlotte x

  Second Chance with His Army Doc

  Charlotte Hawkes

  Born and raised on the Wirral Peninsula in England, Charlotte Hawkes is mom to two intrepid boys who love her to play building block games with them, and who object loudly to the amount of time she spends on the computer. When she isn’t writing—or building with blocks—she is company director for a small Anglo/French construction firm. Charlotte loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her at her website: charlotte-hawkes.com.

  Books by Charlotte Hawkes

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  A Summer in São Paolo

  Falling for the Single Dad Surgeon

  Hot Army Docs

  Encounter with a Commanding Officer

  Tempted by Dr. Off-Limits

  The Army Doc’s Secret Wife

  The Surgeon’s Baby Surprise

  A Bride to Redeem Him

  The Surgeon’s One-Night Baby

  Christmas with Her Bodyguard

  A Surgeon for the Single Mom

  The Army Doc’s Baby Secret

  Unwrapping the Neurosurgeon’s Heart

  Surprise Baby for the Billionaire

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.

  To Helen.

  I’ve never walked, talked and laughed so much. Thank you. xx

  Praise for Charlotte Hawkes

  “Overall, Ms. Hawkes has delivered a really good read in this book where I smiled a lot because of the growing relationship between the hero and heroine... The romance was well worth the wait because of the building sexual tension between the pair.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on A Surgeon for the Single Mom

  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

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM REAWAKENED BY HER ARMY MAJOR BY CHARLOTTE HAWKES

  CHAPTER ONE

  IT COULDN’T BE HER. It wasn’t possible.

  Kane Wheeler stopped dead in the corridor of the large, city hospital that was Castleton University Teaching Hospital, and practically glowered through the glass doors to the ward. Something surged inside him. Sharp. Edgy. Altogether too dangerous.

  Yet it wasn’t exactly impossible either.

  Mathilda Brigham. Mattie. His first and—aside from his career in the army—his only love.

  He’d known she was a doctor, of course. The last time they’d been together—or at least the last time that Mattie had been his—she’d been about to go off to university to begin her dream of becoming a doctor. But that had been fourteen years ago. A lifetime.

  He’d seen her twice since then, neither an occasion he cared to dwell on, though she hadn’t seen him. How long had she been working here in Castleton? In a hospital that was hours away from the life she was supposed to living with her perfect earl—the man to whom she’d been married for the past four years.

  That rough, unsteady thing moved through him at the thought of Mattie with...him, George Blakeney, but Kane fought it off. He’d learned long ago that emotions like anger—and guilt, and love, for that matter—served little purpose.

  Besides, didn’t Mattie deserve happiness? And if her earl made her happy, then it was better than he himself could have managed.

  George Blakeney, son of a duke and from one of the wealthiest families in the area. The perfect match for the independently successful daughter of a brigadier, so far removed from a kid from a bad family in the back streets who had so very nearly ended up in juvie for a momentary lapse in judgement.

  There was no bitterness in that. It was merely a fact. The kid he’d been would never have been right for a girl like Mattie, however much she’d tried to claim otherwise. And as much as he’d made a success of his life since then, it still didn’t make him Earl Blakeney—a man who might as well have been handcrafted for a woman like Mathilda Brigham.

  Which surely only made it all the more inconceivable that she was here, a good hundred or so miles from the vast Blakeney Estates. Not even close to Heathdale, where they’d both grown up. Mattie brought up by her loving family in the posher Lower Heathdale, and him barely dragged up, along with his two brothers, by his waster father in the lower-class town, Heathdale.

  Then again... Kane gazed into the ward... Castleton was a b ig city with a large military population and a large RAF base down the road, from which he was due to fly out on arguably his biggest mission to date in a few days. Even though Mattie had left the army when she’d married, it would stand to reason that a teaching hospital like Castleton would value her experience and expertise and secure her for a few months. But he wouldn’t have thought she’d readily have left Blakeney. Or any children.

  She might have kids with him!

  Kane swayed slightly, as if drunk, although he hadn’t touched a drop in months. And when he did, he never over-indulged. He was always in control, anything less was unacceptable. One misjudged moment now and his career trajectory—the only thing that had mattered to him for the past fourteen years—could nosedive faster than jumping out of a plane with no parachute. But right now he felt light-headed. Dizzy. Out of control.

  He leaned his hand on the doorjamb as he stared in. Not wanting to stay but unable to tear himself away. Mattie was engaged in an animated conversation with a patient. Even from a distance he could see that she was employing her own unique blend of humour, professionalism and charm to reassure and settle the patient and his wife. Indeed, the couple was looking less stressed and more bewitched as the conversation went on.

  Something pulled at his mouth in spite of everything. It was so characteristically Mattie. He’d always known she’d be an amazing doctor, just as he’d kept up with her career as an amazing army officer—until she’d given up the latter for her marriage, that was. Being a doctor and a countess was one thing, apparently, but being a captain and a countess wasn’t as widely appreciated.

  Kane allowed his eyes to roam over her, as much as he knew he probably shouldn’t. He didn’t know whether he was looking for proof that she’d changed or evidence that she was still the same, but either way there were clues to both.

  She still carried herself with a bearing he’d always admired, though her long, blonde hair, which had once tumbled down her back and over her shoulders, was now a touch darker and scooped up into a tight bun, as he suspected she had become accustomed to doing during her decade of service.

  He let his eyes drop lower to the top she wore. Feminine and pretty, yet practical and professional, it didn’t cling to the curves he knew lay beneath, but it was fitted, and it flattered her body perfectly. And then there were the tailored trousers that moulded themselves to the swell of her hips and reminded him of how it had felt when those long legs of hers had been wrapped around him, drawing him inside her.

  Dammit.

  Kane slammed his fist against the wall in disgust and swivelled on his heel to march up the mercifully deserted corridor. He had absolutely no right to think about her that way any more.

  In fact, he was better not to think of her at all. The way he’d been avoiding doing so for the last fourteen years. No, that was a lie. But he thought he’d exorcised her, at least for the last four years. Certainly ever since he’d stood in the plush hotel that had hosted her wedding rehearsal dinner and watched her on that stage with her groom-to-be, both staring at each other with unmistakeable love in their eyes.

  For one moment he had actually thought she’d spotted him. But then she’d turned back to her husband-to-be, reaching out to hold his arm as though he was the only man in room. The world. A simple, instinctive gesture that had left Kane feeling as though his very heart had been ripped out.

  He’d felt mad and sad all at once, but had also felt a strangely bitter-sweet kind of emotion that at least Mattie was happy, even if it couldn’t be with him. Which was why he’d left without speaking to her and without even finding Hayden—Mattie’s older brother and at one time his best friend—to ask why his old friend had invited him to Mattie’s wedding rehearsal in the first place.

  Whatever the reason, seeing Mattie’s obvious devotedness to her fiancé had made anything else irrelevant, and Kane had slipped out of the room before she’d even turned back to the crowd.

  He’d concentrated on his life and on his army career. And whilst he was careful about his personal life, he wasn’t exactly a monk. He knew of at least a couple of engaging, equally career-minded female friends who had made it clear they were interested in dating him, if he ever wanted to call them up.

  ‘Kane?’

  Kane stopped, paused, then swivelled around to stare back down the corridor to where Mattie was standing immobile, as though rooted to the spot, and ignored something that kickstarted deep in his chest.

  ‘It is you,’ she muttered, and even from a distance he could see the stunned expression playing over her striking features.

  Suddenly his hands itched to smooth it away and he had to clench them into fists and punch them down, deep into his pockets in a very non-military way.

  Thank God he wasn’t in uniform.

  ‘Hello, Matz.’ The name that only he had ever used for her. He couldn’t help himself. ‘It’s been a while.’

  ‘Fourteen years.’ The words were clipped, sharper.

  As though it still mattered.

  Kane hated it that his heart twisted in some perverse hope. Of course she didn’t care, she was just surprised, even shocked, and he was just reading into it what he wanted to see. He had no idea how he managed it when so many emotions were charging through him right at this second, but he folded his arms across his chest and affected a lighter air.

  ‘And you’re still chagrined?’

  ‘Of course not,’ she answered quickly—too quickly—and her voice sounded thick.

  He had to remind himself that didn’t mean anything either.

  And if he saw her eyebrow quirk slightly at his choice of vocabulary—using words his younger, uneducated self never would have known—then so be it. He wasn’t that uncultured kid any more. He’d changed; in ways he doubted she could even imagine.

  ‘I never thought... That is, I didn’t expect...’ She stopped, lifted her head and straightened her spine as if she’d given herself some kind of pep talk. ‘What are you doing here, Kane?’

  ‘Just visiting...someone.’ He didn’t think she’d detected the momentary hesitation when he’d stalled. Wanting, for a split second, to tell her more.

  Suddenly needing to unburden to someone—he refused to admit it was only because it was her—that he was here visiting a former army buddy. The only other survivor of a mission gone wrong a few years back, and who was only in this hospital now because he’d let the guilt of it eat into him.

  Kane slammed the shutters in his mind in an instant. He had no intention of following his old buddy down that dark path. And baring his soul to Mattie wasn’t going to help anyone.

  ‘Which ward?’

  She bit her lip, her brow furrowing in a hint of irritation. It was a mannerism so painfully familiar that it caused a sharp band to tighten around his chest. Still, he was fairly certain her question had slipped out before she could check herself and it felt as though there was some comfort to be drawn from that.

  Still, saying anything to her about his visit was bound to have her demanding to know how he—army-hating as he had been as a kid—had even come to sign up. And then he’d have to tell her where he’d disappeared to all those years ago. And why.

  He’d have to explain himself, the colossal error of judgement he’d made, and how Mattie’s own father had been the one to drop everything and rescue him. And how they’d agreed that the feisty eighteen-year-old Mattie—always scrappy despite being a couple of years younger than him—should never, ever know.

  Oddly, a part of him actually welcomed the prospect to explain it to her after all this time. But another part—a greater part—balked at the idea. Why rake up a past that could only make her think worse of him than she’d probably thought all this time?

  It wouldn’t have changed anything back then, and it would change even less now. She was married, he reminded himself.

  She belonged to someone else.