We'll Always Have Paris - Barbara Bretton Mills & Boon M&B

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understanding of the inner workings of romance, a throwback to the days of salons and gentlemen callers. Celeste understood without being told that the combination of Parisian charm and Alexis’s wedding might be more than a woman on the verge of divorce could handle.

      The sitting room was elegant and quintessentially French. An antique armoire that would have been at home in the Louvre bumped shoulders with an angularly modern chair reminiscent of Vladimir Kagan. The sitting room opened into a library, which led to the bedroom in the rear of the apartment. The bed was short but invitingly wide, a frothy confection of heavenly pillows and down-filled duvets of dove-gray silk shot through with mauve as seductive as a secret lover.

      Long casement windows overlooked the wide street below and, just beyond, the legendary Seine made its way to the sea. Once upon a time the hotel had been a haven for young artists and Kate’s sharp eye caught faint smears of phthalo-green and alizarin-crimson on the sill.

      “I’m in Paris,” she said out loud to the empty room and waited for the rush of excitement she’d been expecting since her plane landed.

      To her dismay, despite the beauty all around her, she might as well have been in Philadelphia.

      It was the timing.

      Who would have thought the Fates would conspire to grant her fondest wish two weeks before she and Ryan signed the papers that would officially mark the end of thirty years of marriage? Apparently fate had a twisted sense of humor, but for once Kate wasn’t laughing. Paris was everything it was supposed to be and more, but Ryan wasn’t there to share it with Kate and that made all the difference.

      It took her a moment to realize the telephone on the escritoire was ringing.

      “Bienvenu, chérie!” Celeste said when Kate answered. Celeste was truly ageless. She still retained the enthusiasm of a twenty-year-old-girl. “I have been phoning for two hours now. You had a safe trip?”

      Kate rapped her knuckles against the mahogany table. “Knock wood. Slow but safe.”

      “And you are settled into the apartment?”

      “It’s beautiful,” Kate enthused. “I can’t thank you enough.”

      Celeste made one of those Gallic sounds that could mean just about anything. “And what are your plans for the day?”

      Good question. Everyone said traveling west to east was easy, but she felt as if she had spent the flight strapped to the wheel well. “I guess I’ll order up some room service and take a nap. Try to get myself adjusted to the time change.”

      “Mais non!”

      “Mais oui,” she countered, laughing. “I’m not as young as you, Aunt Celeste. I need a nap before I go sightseeing.”

      “A nap!” Celeste’s outrage was formidable. “I forbid you to nap. You’re in Paris, chérie. You can nap in New York. Comb your hair. Put on fresh lipstick. That’s all you need.”

      Maybe that was all Celeste needed, but Kate’s list was growing longer by the second with caffeine in the top position.

      They chatted a few minutes about the wedding. Neither one mentioned Ryan, which was fine with Kate although he was clearly the blue suede elephant in the room. Alexis and Gabe had talked to Celeste last winter and the family matriarch had bestowed her seal of approval on the match.

      That didn’t surprise Kate at all. Gabe Fellini was everything Kate could have asked for in a son-in-law. With Aunt Celeste’s help, he and Alexis had arranged the entire wedding festivities with flawless precision and so far there hadn’t been a ripple of discontent from anyone involved.

      The extended Fellini and Donovan families were crazy about one another. Alexis’s sisters Shannon and Taylor had happily granted the middle child her day in the sun. And the only thing required of the mother of the bride was that she show up a few days before the Big Day with her dress and the family portrait she had promised them on the night of their engagement party.

      Which was otherwise known as the night she lost her mind.

      There was no other way to explain what had happened. Not even to herself. It was as if her body had been taken over by an alien being whose sole purpose was to leap into that Toyota and have her way with Ryan.

      When the girls told her, so very gently, that their father had said he was bringing someone with him to the party, Kate had steeled herself for the sight of another woman at her husband’s side. He was a gorgeous man. Sooner or later he was going to realize there was a world of women out there and he could have his pick.

      She was braced for a twenty-year-old bimbo with fake breasts, porcelain veneers, and thighs the likes of which Kate could only dream about.

      But it didn’t happen that way. Long Island’s snowstorm had moved north and flights between Boston, where Ryan hosted a successful sports radio show, and New York had been cancelled.

      Kate was ashamed of the quick surge of relief she experienced when she realized she would be spared the sight of him with another woman.

      “We can’t have this party without Daddy here,” Alexis had said, but Kate had been firm in her resolve.

      “He told you to go ahead without him and he meant it, honey. Your father wouldn’t want you to cancel your engagement party because he couldn’t get a flight down.”

      In a world of change, the one constant was Ryan’s love for his daughters. He wanted the best for them and would do anything to make sure they got it.

      About an hour into the party, Kate was carrying a tray of shrimp appetizers into the living room when she heard familiar laughter ringing out in the front hallway.

      Ryan had rented a car at Logan Airport and driven down to Long Island through the storm to be there to celebrate his daughter’s engagement. Kate thought her heart would burst through her chest from longing when she first caught sight of him in the foyer. Snowflakes glittered in his hair beneath the overhead light. He laughed as he brushed them off and handed his scarf and jacket to a beaming bride-to-be.

      “Mom, look!” Alexis said as Kate stepped into the room. “Daddy drove all the way down through the blizzard to be here with us.”

      “I thought you were bringing someone,” Kate said.

      Ryan frowned. “Where’d you get that idea?”

      They both turned to look at their middle child, who looked back with an innocent smile on her face. She wasn’t fooling anyone.

      “I hope you rented a four-wheel drive,” Kate said to Ryan. What had happened to Hello or It’s good to see you? Why did she have to go straight to the negative.

      “I’m crazy, but I don’t have a death wish,” he shot back. “I rented an all-wheel drive at the airport.”

      “There’s a blizzard out there,” she pointed out.

      “That’s not a blizzard,” he said. “You need higher winds to qualify as a blizzard.”

      “That’s still an awful lot of snow.” Shut up, Kate. Where is this going? What’s the point?

      “It was clear sailing from Hartford on. The worst is on its way to Maine.”

      Kate opened her mouth to pursue this meteorological debate, but the look on their daughter’s face stopped her.

      Alexis was looking from Kate to Ryan, her blue eyes wide with puzzlement. This was her day. Kate and Ryan could save their bickering for some other time.

      That look of puzzlement quickly turned into something very different when Gabe Fellini walked into the room.

      There was something both sad and beautiful about new love. Alexis and Gabe were so innocent, so trusting in their love for each other. They hadn’t a clue about the curveballs life would throw their way. Right now they believed that they were special, that the gods had decided to rain down all the blessings of the universe on their heads and

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