The Frenchman's Bride. Rebecca Winters
He wagered there weren’t too many females in all of Paris with Ms. Linn’s fascinating feminine attributes. With those long legs, she had a voluptuous physical allure that didn’t require expensive clothes to draw a man’s attention.
As far as he could tell, she wore no makeup. After she’d removed the scarf, he’d noticed a small cross hanging around her neck, but he’d seen no other jewelry.
Except for the ring she’d removed in his presence.
“Paul thinks my girlfriends at school are shallow and boring. I happen to agree with him. Hallie has had experiences that make her different from other people. She’s the best listener in the world.”
With a woman who looked like Ms. Linn hanging on Paul’s every word, he never stood a chance.
“Does she have family here in Paris?”
“No. She was born in California, but she’s all alone in the world now.”
“I see.” He pursed his lips. “Tell me about these experiences that have made her so unique in your eyes.”
“I don’t know the details because it’s hard for her to talk about them, but she was in a plane crash a few years ago. It made her reassess her values. She decided she wanted to help people.”
“That’s an admirable desire,” he murmured, trying to keep the condescension out of his voice.
Out of all the people his children could have met in Paris, how did they happen to run into this particular woman?
“What brought her to Paris?”
“Her work.”
“You mean there’s a Tati’s in California, and she was transferred here?”
Monique shook her head. “No.”
Vincent gripped the steering wheel tighter. He’d played at this conversation long enough. “Why do I get the feeling you’re afraid to answer my question?”
“Paul asked me not to tell you.”
“If she’s so perfect, then why the concern?”
“Because he knows the answer will make you happy.”
His daughter was speaking in riddles. More puzzled than ever, Vincent pulled into the hospital parking and shut off the engine.
“Am I such an awful ogre you can no longer trust me with the truth?” He needed all the truth his daughter could give him in order to work with Dr. Maurois.
She slowly turned her head toward him. The tortured brown eyes so dear to him seemed to take up her whole face.
“In two weeks Hallie’s going back to California to enter a convent.”
A convent.
Ms. Linn?
“Paul can’t bear it,” her voice trembled. “That’s why he gave her the ring, so she’d know he was serious about getting married one day. He’d do anything to stop her from making a decision that will prevent him from seeing her again. If you knew how wonderful Hallie was yo—”
“Just a minute,” he cut her off. “Back up.” Vincent’s mind was reeling. “She told you she intends to become a nun?”
Talk about dangling forbidden fruit in front of Paul! Could anything the opportunistic Ms. Linn have dreamed up to bring him to his knees have worked better than a fabrication like that?
“Papa— Hallie already is a lay nun.”
“Then she’s been lying to you,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“No,” Monique protested in a calm voice. “She’s been doing church service for the last year and a half through the Dominicans. First in California, then at Clairemont Abbey not far from Tati’s.
“Nowadays more and more women are working as lay nuns in ordinary clothes while they mingle with the public. They hold day jobs to pay for their own housing and expenses.”
This was the first Vincent had heard of it. Whether it was true or not, Monique firmly believed Ms. Linn’s story. Until he could check it out, he didn’t dare alienate his daughter any further.
He took a fortifying breath. “All right. Assuming everything she’s told you is true, why is she suddenly leaving Paris?”
His daughter looked crestfallen. “She has plans to take her vows at the motherhouse in San Diego in June. The only problem is, once she’s professed we’ll never see her again.” The tremor in her voice revealed such deep affection, it stunned Vincent.
“Paul’s desperate to keep her here. He loves her so much. It isn’t like he has a few years to work on her and get her to change her mind before proposing. He had to do it now, today, before it was too late! It’s taken him months to get up the courage.
“We planned the birthday fete in order to bring her to the apartment where he could have privacy when he asked her to marry him. Since he needed time alone, I left them long enough to buy Etvige a dress with the last of the money I’d been saving. She’s always wanted something stylish from Paris.”
His daughter’s explanation plunged him further into the black hole engulfing him since his conversation with Dr. Maurois. While she was talking, he could hear another voice from another conversation, drowning out her words.
“I’m not pregnant. But if I were, are you telling me you would bribe me into going away knowing I was carrying your grandchild inside my body? You would deprive Paul of his own child to love and raise?”
A harsh laugh came out of him. “Who said anything about it being Paul’s?”
“Be careful before you say anything else you’ll live to regret. Paul took us both by surprise today, but since you were incapable of listening to reason, I fear your reaction has caused irrevocable harm to your relationship with him.
“Promise me you’ll work things out with him tonight before it’s too late. He’s trying hard to be a man. Go to him and explain why you were so upset. Paul’s very sweet and sensitive inside. He’ll understand and forgive you.”
Vincent groaned. His assessment of the situation had been so completely off the mark, he felt like he’d entered the twilight zone with no exit.
In reality there was no exit, not after what the psychiatrist had told him.
Paul’s mental health was in grave jeopardy. Furthermore Vincent had permanently destroyed the bond with his son, a bond he’d once thought to be indestructible. What made things even more hopeless—he couldn’t help Paul if he wanted to where Ms. Linn was concerned.
She wasn’t in love with his son.
If Vincent recalled her words correctly, she’d said she loved Paul like a younger brother. Before leaving the dining room she’d murmured “Goodbye forever. May God bless you.”
Something about those parting words convinced Vincent she’d been telling his children the truth. She’d meant what she’d said in the literal sense because she would be turning her back on the world when she took her vows.
Everything that had transpired at his apartment was starting to make a horrible kind of sense. The Rolland household had been turned inside out.
Monique was barely speaking to him. His son was in hell because Vincent had insulted the love of his life, a woman who was about to become cloistered and permanently unavailable to him.
Everything Vincent had done since the twins’ birth to make sure they didn’t repeat his mistakes had blown up in his face.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
Had it only been twelve hours since he’d awakened in his hotel room in London, excited because he was going to fly to Paris to surprise his beloved children?
Tonight despair made