Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Manon had been briefed about the morning’s revelations (though she, like us all, did not miss her grandparents fighting).
And I’d shared with Remy the conversation I had with his mother on the veranda.
“In other words, no fake epileptic seizures. You with me?” he asked.
“With you, Dad,” Sabre said immediately.
“Totally,” Manon chimed in.
“Always, Dad,” Yves said.
“Right,” Remy muttered on a squeeze of his arms that made us all squeeze ours. “So we don’t look like we’re prepared to storm the Bastille in Tom Ford and Stella McCartney—”
“This isn’t Stella, Dad, it’s…”
Manon didn’t finish when Yves bumped her with a hip, which meant we all got a corresponding hip bump.
“How about we stagger our arrivals?” Remy’s gaze swung between his sons, “But one of you escort Manon.”
“I’m totally making a solo appearance. My outfit is rad, and I don’t want Manon to steal my big entrance,” Sabre declared.
“You sure you’re not gay?” Yves razzed.
“I could be, with how hot I look,” Sabre returned.
“Settled. Yves will go with Manon,” Remy broke in. Then he moved in a way we all broke apart, but only to stop holding each other. We still stood close together in the bathroom because there was no room to move. “Now, your mom isn’t ready so head out.”
“You go first,” Sabre said to Manon and Yves.
“You go first,” Manon replied.
“I don’t know if anyone is down there yet,” Sah retorted. “You can’t make an entrance when no one’s there to see you enter.”
“Oh my God, you’re straight but you’re still somehow gayer than me,” Yves remarked.
“Dude, get an eyeful, I am all that,” Sabre shot back.
“Men, shut the hell up and roll out,” Remy ordered.
“Come on, Manon, the booze is down there,” Yves muttered, grabbing his sister’s hand and pulling her from the room, which worked for me—breathing space.
But Sabre clearly hadn’t thought ahead to where the alcohol was and how he’d get some. I could see he was realizing his mistake as they walked away.
Our two youngest headed down, and Sabre went into our room and threw himself on our bed.
I turned back to the mirror to assess the stain and add gloss.
I did this with a side eye to Remy and teased, “You will note what’s happened after you shared your gateway beer with our youngest.”
“Is Manon of age yet?” he asked.
I shot him smug smile. “In Louisiana she is.”
He grunted.
I got serious. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Trying to figure out how and when, but more how I say to my dad, ‘You know, you fucking around on Mom wasn’t the reason I blew up my marriage. At least, not the way you think it was. You inadvertently leaving me to take care of her was,’” he replied.
I finished with the gloss and turned to him. “How about I talk to him?”
“And say what?”
“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out when I talk to him.”
“I’ve thought about it today, and with what Dad said, I want this visit to be about healing. At least for him and me.”
I nodded. “That occurred to me with what you just asked of our kids.”
“What I mean is, whatever is said should come from me.”
He was right, and I gave him a small smile to share not only that, but that I’d stand down.
“He’s been a mess all day,” he noted.
Guillaume had.
To anyone else, he would seem no less dashing and confident.
But none of us (especially Remy) had missed he’d been quiet, withdrawn, and it hurt to look at him because his eyes often rested on Remy, and they were haunted.
“All of this is exacerbated by her illness,” I noted and shifted closer to him. “And he’s been confronted with something unbearably heavy in the midst of it. He’s losing her, and he’s justifiably furious with her. I can’t even imagine. But one thing I know, baby, is the only balm for a hurt like that is love. And you and your dad might be feeling your way with that, but we have it in abundance, and it’ll be all around him.”
Before Remy could answer, Sabre was at the bathroom door.
“Heads up spoiler. I just watched Jason and Clare walk in the side door. And when did Nat become a knockout?”
“Shit,” Remy whispered, and I wasn’t sure why.
Mystery special dinner solved, Guillaume and Colette had organized a dinner party with their son’s childhood friend.
He was close with Jason, I was close with Clare, and the kids had grown up with Nat.
Maybe he didn’t want to pretend things were okay in a crowd, even with one of his oldest buddies.
Maybe he didn’t want his son to make a move on his oldest friend’s daughter.
Remy clarified with his next.
“Park the killer charm, son. Jason and I go way back. I don’t need to talk him out of shooting you.”
“I can’t help it if they fall at my feet.”