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The Santinis Collection

Melissa Schroeder

Includes the following novellas:

Leonardo

Marco

Gianni

Vicente

Acknowledgments

When I first came up with the idea for The Santinis, the one person who has always been along for the ride these last few years was Brandy Walker. We share more than a love of romance and the publishing business. We are both military wives and former brats. She helped me come up with the series and made the most fabulous covers for the books.

More people were very supportive when I came up with the idea. Big thanks to Heather Long for her understanding of my strange sense of humor, Joy Harris because she’s Joy and a big thanks to Gina Dewitt for being such a fabulous beta reader, thanks to Mel’s Militia for getting the word out about The Santinis, and especially to Noel Varner for her hard work on the edits. And last but not least, thanks to Les and my girls.

The Santinis Collection

Copyright © 2013 by Melissa Schroeder

Published by Melissa Schroeder

Print: ISBN-13: 978-1-939734-08-2

Smashwords Edition

Edited by Noel Varner

Cover by Brandy Walker

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

First digital publication: August 2013

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Leonardo

Melissa Schroeder

Dedication

To my parents who showed us that there were good things about growing up military.

A Note from Mel

I was born in an Army hospital. I always joke that I was government issued and I know a lot of other brats feel this way. Our lives are not our own but we belong to a huge family, filled with so many different people from various backgrounds that it is quite unique. There is a reason I have found so many military brats-as many of us like to be called- to be some of the most adaptable folks I have met. Still it wasn’t something I thought I would do to my own kids. It isn’t an easy life. But when my husband Les and I decided that it was best for him to enter the Air Force almost 20 years ago. This coming September, we will come to the end of his active duty military career. To pay homage, I decided to write a series of novellas about a group of extraordinary brothers who all serve in the military. Each book is set in a location we lived for a time.

Leonardo is in San Antonio. We moved there after Hawaii and it was our longest assignment. We lived on base for part of our time there in a house built in 1933 that harbored at least one ghost. We had a rocky time while living in San Antonio but there were good things about living there. We were close to family and back in the land of Tex-Mex. I was living there when my first book, Grace Under Pressure, was released by Liquid Silver Books. I always see our assignment at Randolph AFB (now Joint Base San Antonio) as a transition base. Three of my favorite eating establishments are mentioned in the book: Whataburger, Rudy’s, and Alamo Café.

I hope you enjoy Leo and Maryanne’s story.

Leonardo - Chapter One

The bright sunlight almost blinded Leo Santini the moment he walked into Jeff’s hospital room.

“
Dammit to hell,” he muttered.

“
Still a vampire, I see,” Jeff said with a chuckle.

Leo squinted at him. “And you’re still a sun loving freak from Florida.”

As Leo approached the bed, he felt some of his anxiety dissipate. His old boot camp buddy looked better than he expected. After the report he read on Jeff’s injuries, Leo hadn’t been sure what to expect. Just the fact he wasn’t completely medicated meant he was making strides.

“
Freak? Please. You’re the one who moved to Texas.”

He settled in the chair beside the bed. “Please. Not like teaching at Ft Sam was my first choice. Of course, it allows me to see your sorry ass.”

Leo glanced around the room. There were four beds but at the moment, only two of them were occupied.

“
Smith, this is Leo Santini, an old buddy of mine who is teaching here as a medic. Leo this is Roy Smith.”

“
Nice to meet you, sir,” he said.

“
Don’t call me sir, I work for a living,” Leo said good-naturedly.

“
I wonder what Vince would say about that.”

Leo stretched out his legs as he thought about his brother who was a Marine Lt Col select.

“
Last time I said it to him, he suggested I do something that was anatomically impossible.”

Jeff chuckled and closed his eyes. “Santinis never mince words.”

“
That’s definitely true. My mother is ashamed of our manners.”

He looked good, almost healthy considering that an IED tried to blow him to hell and back. There were still dark circles under his eyes, but Leo understood that probably had more to do with memories than anything else. “Need me to leave?”

Jeff shook his head and opened his eyes. “I’m resting up for my physical therapy.”

Smith laughed.

Jeff frowned in his direction. “That’s right. Laugh it up. Me, I have to deal with her today.”

“
Her?” Leo asked.

“
The physical therapist. Johnson. She’s…scary.”

“
That’s putting it mildly,” Smith said. Leo got a better look at him and realized the soldier was much younger, probably a year or two younger than Leo’s youngest brother, Gianni. His red hair and freckles along with the baby face that probably made people think he was younger than he actually was.

“
Are you telling me you two are afraid of a woman?”

Jeff laughed. “Spoken like a man who has never been married. But yes, I’m afraid of her. She’s tiny, but she’s a terror.”

“
Can’t you ask for someone else? It would mean just talking to her commander…”

Leo broke off when the two men started laughing again. They were so loud he doubted either of them would have heard him anyway.

“
Yeah, no. That’s not going to happen. First of all, she’s a civilian. Most of the therapists here are. And, truthfully, I was lucky to get her. She’s a battleax but she’s the best from what I understand. I just wish she wasn’t so mean.”

He was going to ask more about the woman, but she’d obviously been eavesdropping.

“
So, you brought in someone to bitch to, soldier?”

The voice was strong, southern, and—as the men had said—scary.

He turned expecting to see an older woman built like a Mac truck. Instead, he found a woman who would have been blown away from a hard wind. She was lucky if she hit five-foot-three and she was as tiny as Jeff had said. Small-boned, with long dark hair that she had up in a ponytail, she looked so…well not sweet. Her aquamarine eyes narrowed as she studied Jeff. Her scrubs had some kind of cartoon character on them, but she wasn’t smiling. Instead, she settled her petite fists on her waist and frowned.

“
Well, are you going to answer me, soldier? Or are you Army guys just too wussy to actually answer a little bitty woman like me.”

“
You didn’t give me a chance,” Jeff said.

“
Oh, sorry. Forgot what branch of the military you’re in. I will allow time for you being slow.”

Irritated, Leo rose out of the chair. She looked at him, her gaze traveling the length of him. He ignored the flicker of sensual awareness as she studied him. She had to tip her head back to see his face.

“
I think you need to settle down there.”

She looked past him to Jeff. “Is he your bodyguard?”

“
No, ma’am.” Leo heard the amusement in Jeff’s voice, but he ignored it.

She looked back at Leo. “I would suggest you take a seat and shut it, soldier. I’m here for Markinson not some overgrown idiot.”

He stepped in front of her to stop her. That was a mistake. This close he could see the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her cute nose. Her skin wasn’t ivory, but golden, as if she spent a lot of time in the sun. Worse, her scent teased his senses. It wasn’t anything like perfume, though, just sexy, musky woman.

He shook his head and tried to keep his mind on the problem at hand. “Your attitude needs an adjustment.”

She looked up at him. He expected something different than the annoyance he read in her eyes. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose.

“
Oh, really? Listen, I have two more people to work with today and Markinson here takes the longest because he whines. A lot.”

“
Aw, come on, Johnson, I don’t.” Jeff did sound like he was whining but he wasn’t about to take the nurse’s side in the argument.

“
Pftt. You cry more than a cheerleader with a broken fingernail.”

Leo was ready to give the woman a piece of his mind but he heard Jeff chuckle. “Santini, you can cool it. Johnson is all bark and no bite.”

She looked past Leo again, her attention focusing on Jeff. He could see the slight softening of her gaze. If he hadn’t been watching so closely, he would have missed it.