Chris and Ezra walked side by side towards the stables at the back of the property. Again Chris was amazed at how well kept everything was. The lawn itself was cut to a perfect one inch height and there was no sign of a weed to be seen. He smiled inwardly at the thought of weeds marring the Standish land.
"So how many horses do you have here?" Larabee asked curiously.
"Two English chestnut thoroughbreds. Their names are Saber and Chanda. Saber is seven years old and stands at 16 and a half hands high. The mare is also a chestnut and called Chanda. She's five years old and 16 hands high. Mothah thought she deserved to be called after a goddess as she's an exceptional animal."
"Does your mother plan on breeding them?"
"She certainly does, and she has promised me one of their foals. I was going to ask you or Vin if I could board it at your place."
"I told all of you anytime you wanted to get a horse you were welcome to keep it at the ranch and I know Vin feels the same way."
"Thank you, Chris," Standish said, stopping before the corral where the two chestnuts pranced around the enclosure.
"What do you think?"
"Fine looking animals, Ez. Your mother certainly knows horseflesh."
"Not my mother, Chris. She just signed the checks and sent Raul in search of the finest animals to be had. Raul knows what he's doing. He's worked with English thoroughbreds for over twenty years."
"Does he train them?" the blond asked, watching as a man walked closer, leading both horses towards the stable.
"How are they doing Raul?" Standish asked.
"Saber is his usual debonair self...but Chanda seems to think the world should revolve around her." He patted the mare's neck as he stopped them in front of the two newcomers. "Don't you, girl?"
"Chanda's more like mothah than ever. I'll deny it totally if you inform Mothah of my observation, Raul," Standish said, an easy smile on his face.
Chris smiled at the handler as he continued to lavish attention on the two beautiful animals. Being a horse lover himself he knew better than to startle them. He reached through gently and ran his hand along Saber's side and hind legs, feeling the strength flowing from the thoroughbred.
"Raul Martinez, this is a friend of mine. Chris Larabee."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Larabee."
"Same here, Mr. Martinez. Does she plan on racing them?" Larabee asked.
"Only Saber. She's got her sights set on a couple of races," Raul answered.
"Is she still talking about The Triple Crown?" the gambler asked.
"Yes, she is and to be honest he's got a good chance of it. He's being put through the paces even now."
"I hope I get the chance to see him race," the blond said as Raul again moved towards the stables.
"Well, I'm sure you will. Anyway, I need to finish up with these two, so I'll take my leave of you. Nice to see you home, Mr. Standish and congratulations on your mother's upcoming nuptials."
"Thank you, Raul," the younger man said and turned to Larabee. He saw the admiration in the blond's eyes as he watched the two animals being led away.
"Chris, care for a swim?"
"Sounds like a plan," the blond said, following the younger man back to the house. Standish had told him about the pool and Chris made sure he brought a pair of trunks with him.
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Maude stood in the doorway of the second floor boudoir. She loved the tropical island that would soon be her home. The Island of St. Dominique was a wonderful paradise, filled with tropical flowers and trees. This Villa was set outside the small city, yet she felt safe here as she looked out over the well guarded, fenced in landscape. She smiled as she heard soft footsteps coming from behind her.
"Bonjour, mon amour."
"Bonjour, Reginald," she greeted her fiancé with a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I trust you slept well?"
"Oui, but I did miss you."
"And I you, mon amour, but soon there will be no reason for us to be apart," the dark haired regent smiled as he placed his lips against hers. "Your lips are like fine wine, Maude, something I can never get enough of."
"What are your plans for today, Reginald?" Maude asked, relishing the man's attention to her body.
"I must meet with the Minister of defense. He seems to think the rebels in the mountains may launch another attack."
"Surely they won't try anything with the increased security."
"I would not count on that. The rebels think I am a tyrant..."
"A tyrant, you, Reginald? How can anyone think that of you. Why you are the most wonderful, generous, loving man I have ever had the fortune to know."
"Mon cheri, keep this up and I shall take you here and now."
"Oh, I am tempted, Love, but I must get ready. Ezra and his friend will be arriving shortly and I wish to be there to greet them properly."
"I shall have Marcel return for you once he drops me at the minister's office. I will not return until late, but it would be nice to find you waiting up for me." He kissed her then, long and deep, only lifting his head when neither could hold their breaths any longer.
"I shall be waiting, my love," she said and watched the virile man leave the room. She walked to the edge of the veranda and stared out over the lush tropical garden. The scent of exotic flowers was intoxicating and she listened to the call of the wild birds that sang in their natural habitat. She closed her eyes and let the peace of the island wash over her.
'Oh, Ezra, Dahling, this place is perfect for yoah Mothah,' she thought, smiling at the idea of seeing her son once more. The fact that Chris Larabee would be accompanying him did not sit well, but she could put up with the obnoxious man as long as it meant seeing her son and having the opportunity to convince him to stay. This time, Chris Larabee would find out that to the victor go the spoils, only Ezra was not the spoils. He was her son, and she did love him, no matter what others thought of her haughty ways.
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Chris slid the navy Speedos up over his buttocks and grabbed a towel from the well stocked shelf in the pool house. The day's heat was still with him and the idea of a swim in the L shaped pool made him smile. He stepped outside and spotted Standish already swimming the longest length of the L shape. The man's strokes were strong as he ploughed through the water. Chris watched for a few moments before spotting the cold drinks on a table between two lounge chairs. He moved towards them and placed his towel on one before taking the cocktail glass and sipping it. He recognized the taste of Jack Daniels and smiled as it burned down his throat.
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Standish spotted Larabee as he made his way towards the table. He knew the blond exercised daily and kept his body well toned. The man came close to being obsessive when dealing with keeping his body healthy, and Ezra knew women lusted after the well tanned, muscled body. Larabee strode towards the edge of the pool and stood for several moments, unaware of the younger man's perusal.
Ezra watched as he balanced on the edge of the pool, feet tucked close together, legs straight and in perfect alignment, body taut, arms straight out in front of him. The dive was smooth, near perfect and the water rippled silently towards the edge as Standish watched the other man swim on the bottom of the pool. Something about the easy way the blond turned and came back left the gambler in awe, and he shook his head as his guest made several circuits underwater before finally breeching the surface at the opposite end of the pool.
"I didn't know you could hold your breath that long. My compliments on your amazing abilities," Standish told him.
"Thanks, Ez. Vin's been showing me a few new techniques."
"I do believe our enigmatic sharpshooter is part fish."
"You could be right about that," Larabee laughed leaning back until his head dipped under the water. He lifted it up and shook his head back and forth, using his hands to flick the wet blond strands away from his face.
Ezra was both amazed and delighted to see the twinkle in the sea green orbs. So often the blond kept this side of himself hidden without even realizing he was doing so. The gambler understood why, Larabee was a man who took his life and work seriously. He went at things with gusto, making damn sure nothing was left to chance. More often than not he took the brunt of the anger and frustration when things didn't go according to plan. Now the man was on vacation, Vin Tanner was in charge in Billings and things looked great for a relaxing vacation.
"Ez?"
Standish shook his head and smiled as he realized he was staring at the other man.
"Sorry, Chris, I guess I was daydreaming. Were you in need of something?"
"No, just wondered where you were."
"Well, Mr. Larabee, I was thinking how nice it is to see you without a desk in front of you or a madman shooting at you...or someone..."
"I get your point, Ezra," Larabee said laughing at the sincerity in the other man's voice. "It does feel great knowing there's no job waiting for us in the morning."
"Ezra, Chris, dinner is in forty two minutes!"
"Mrs. McMurtry does have a set time for everything. Guess we'd better grab a shower and get dressed."
"Hmm, what time does the flight leave tomorrow?"
"Nine am, but since we're the only passengers, we can afford to be a little late if we feel like sleeping in," Standish explained.
"Nine's fine, Ez. I'm usually up at six anyway."
"Chris, you're on vacation. You should allow yourself the luxury of sleeping in!" the gambler said as Larabee used his arms to lift himself out of the pool.
"I will, once we get to your mother's island paradise," Larabee assured him.
"I'll believe that when I see it," the conman laughed as he followed suit and climbed out of the pool.
The two men walked to the table and lifted their glasses, smiling as they downed the contents before walking to the pool house.
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Chris looked at he meal placed in front of him and sighed as the Standish chef patted his shoulder before moving away from the table once more.
"Mrs. McMurtry makes the best stuffed Sole to grace the table, Chris," Standish explained.
"If it tastes half as good as it looks I might just have to hire her away from your mother," Larabee said. He picked up the fork and took his first taste of the seafood, smiling at the combination of tastes and textures in his mouth. The sole was stuffed with scallops and crabmeat and lay on a bed of steamed rice, surrounded by Julienne carrots, glazed with a light sauce of maple syrup, and whole green beans with red peppers.
Standish watched as Larabee enjoyed the meal, wondering what the others would think if they saw how much the usually light eater was putting away.
"Damn, I think we're going to have to see if she'll move or at least make deliveries. This is excellent," Larabee said, sipping from a glass of wine.
"Yes, it is one of her specialties and she has perfected it. Mothah knew what she was doing when she kept Mrs. McMurtry with us. Most times she takes her with her when she travels abroad, but she knew we would be here and is arranging for her to join us on the Island in a few days."
"Why doesn't she just fly out with us in the morning?"
"She has a sister who lives in the city and wants to see her. She told Mothah she wanted a few days off. Besides her new fiancé has several chefs living at his residence. This will be something of a holiday for Mrs. McMurtry."
Chris looked at his plate, surprised to see he'd eaten everything on it. Pushing it away he reached for the soft linen napkin and wiped his face as Standish leaned back in his chair.
"Alright, Ez, what's going on?"
"I'm just wondering if you'll have enough room for dessert."
Larabee groaned and shook his head. He couldn't remember ever having eaten so much, yet he didn't regret a mouthful. "Dessert?"
"That's right. I told Mrs. McMurtry about your love of...well, take a look for yourself," Standish said, pointing to the dessert cart being pushed into the breakfast nook.
Chris looked at the tray the older woman was bringing in and sighed heavily. The top of the cart held only one item, but his mouth watered in anticipation and he looked up at the friendly woman's face.
"That's..."
"Caramel, Pecan Cheesecake with fresh whipped cream," the woman said, slicing a large piece from the elegantly displayed dessert. She placed it in front of the blond and drizzled dark chocolate over the top.
"This looks wonderful," Larabee said, watching as the woman served Standish. He lifted his fork and took the first tantalizing taste, feeling his taste buds come alive in appreciation at the wonderful texture and exotic taste.
"Mrs. McMurtry, I believe you have a new admirer," Standish said of the look of contentment on his guest's face.
"I have to say this is the finest cheesecake I've had in a long time. My compliments, Ma'am," Larabee said.
"Thank you, Chris. Ezra told me of your fondness for cheesecake and I just happened to have the recipe handy."
"Handy as in ensconced in her mind, Chris. She's got such a wonderful memory..."
"Only when it comes to recipes, Ezra. My mind's like a giant sieve when it comes to anything else. Remember what I used to tell you?"
"About having a short memory?" Standish asked, pleased to see his boss enjoying the fabulous dessert.
"That's right. I've got a good memory, it's just short like the rest of me," she finished and saw the smile on Larabee's face. "Now you two go on and finish up. I've got a few things to do before I clean in here and you boys better not be thinking of clearing the table. Go on outside and take advantage of the glorious evening."
"We will, Mrs. McMurtry. Thank you for preparing this rather enjoyable feast," Standish smiled at the woman he'd grown so fond of over the years.
"Thank you, Ma'am, I have to say I agree with Ezra. The meal was first-rate as is the lady who prepared it."
"Ah, now you're making me blush. Ezra, your rooms are ready whenever you feel like taking advantage of them."
"Thank you," Standish said, turning back to Larabee as the woman left. "Would you like to make it an early night or maybe an aperitif on the deck."
"Think I'd rather just have a coffee. Anyway we can get one without having Mrs. McMurtry work..."
"I've just put on a pot of coffee. Where would you boys like it served?"
"Chris?" Ezra laughed at the look on Larabee's face.
"The deck," the blond said, shaking his head as he realized the woman had probably overheard him.
"You boys go on out there and I'll bring it to you when it's ready."
"I could never figure out how she did that."
"Did what?" Larabee asked, awed by the woman's ability to know what they wanted.
"Knew what I wanted without me having to ask. I swear she's part psychic. Come on, we might as well go on out. If we offer to help she'd take it as an insult to her age."
"How old is she?" the blond asked, standing to follow the conman through the doors.
"You know I could never get an answer to that question out of her. She'd always say somewhere between twenty and infinity."
"Smart woman."
"Very," Standish said as they stepped outside. They sat on two of the chairs, enjoying the last of the daylight as well as each other's company.
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Breakfast was waiting for Chris and Ezra when they walked out onto the deck the next morning. A soft breeze wafted through the trees bringing with it the fresh smell of the ocean and the flowers growing in abundance along the edge of the property. The two men sat down, enjoying the simple fair of plain omelettes, French bread, Mandarin oranges and strong black coffee. Once finished they bid goodbye to Mrs. McMurtry and the other staff members before leaving for the airport. The plane was fueled and ready for take off by the time they arrived and checked in.
The flight to St. Dominique was relaxing for both men as they played cards and talked about the cases they'd been working on over the last few months. Chris checked in with The Firm's office and was glad to hear everything was running smoothly. He knew Tanner would have no problems because the others respected his abilities and understood he was Larabee's right hand man. Even Orrin Travis could see Vin Tanner had natural leadership abilities, and he often told Larabee his choices for the team could not have been better.
"Mr. Standish, we'll be landing shortly, would you and Mr. Larabee please fasten your seatbelts?" the flight attendant asked.
"Certainly, Amanda," Standish smiled as he reached for the belt, knowing Larabee was doing the same in the seat next to him. He looked through the window next to the blond, smiling as he pointed towards the small city. "That must be Lyon. Mothah said it reminded her of a small part of Paris."
"Is Maude living in the city?" Larabee asked as the private jet circled the island, coming closer and closer to the landing strip.
"No, Reginald has a rather extensive Villa and grounds to the north of Lyon. His offices are in the city, but his home is not."
"Maude's not gonna be happy living out in the country."
"This is hardly what I call the country, Chris, but I believe you're right. Mothah is not satisfied unless she's mingling with the higher echelon."
"How long will she be living here?"
"Probably only a few days after their marriage takes place. I think she mentioned honeymooning in Monte Carlo."
"Ah, a gambler's dream."
"That it is, Chris," the conman agreed smiling as he thought of the city of casinos and 24 hour gambling.
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Reginald Thibideu was angry, angrier than he'd ever been in his life. His meetings with the minister of defense and several other members of his appointed staff had left him feeling sick to his stomach. The rebels in the mountains were wreaking havoc on the countryside and making his position tangible at best. He looked up as the man in charge of his army came through the door and reached for the bottle of Bordeaux on his desk.
"Tell me you have something, General Boucher."
"Non, there is nothing new to report. Legros has his forces hidden somewhere to the north in difficult terrain and we have yet to find them. The villagers on the outskirts seem to think he is a romantic devil come to rescue them from a tyrannical overlord," Alain Boucher explained, accepting the offered drink.
"I do not care what some ingrates think. We must stop Legros before he garners more support from the people. He is inciting civil unrest in our country and must be made to pay."
"You do realize he will probably make his move before your marriage to Maude Standish takes place."
"I have thought of that and perhaps it is an answer to my problems. I need to make sure she signs the new will, making me heir to her fortune."
"How will you do that? Her son is arriving today is he not?"
"Oui, she is meeting him and his guest at the airport this afternoon. Marcel is with her."
"Don't you think they will be suspicious of her changing the will this quickly?"
"Not if I convince her to say nothing until after we say our vows."
"Vows, Reginald. The only vow I have ever heard from you is the one you made when you killed your brother," he laughed as he downed the glass of wine.
"My brother was a weakling and deserved to die. He was like our father and unable to make decisions when it came to this country. I will turn this country around and make Lyon a city to be proud of. Maude Standish will supply me with the finances I need to bring those things about."
"So, she will die on your honeymoon?"
"Possibly, or shortly thereafter," Thibideu stood up and walked to the window. He looked into the street, an idea forming in his mind as he watched Boucher's army marching amongst the townspeople.
"What are you thinking, Reginald?" Boucher asked, recognizing the look on his friend's face.
"I was thinking Maude could become a victim of Legros and his rebels. We simply make it look like the rebels ambushed us before we left the island."
"Didn't you tell me her son is involved with some kind of secret organization for the American government? He would not accept that explanation easily."
"Then we would simply see that he met his demise in much the same way." Thibideu smiled as he walked back to the desk and poured himself another drink. "Perhaps, you could arrange for some of Legros' 'rebels' to interrupt our reception. Imagine the tragedy if my new wife and her son were tragically killed in the crossfire?"
"Ah, so hard on the new husband. So many lives lost..."
"Oui, and we must not forget Ezra Standish' friend. I believe we would do well to be rid of him as well. See that the arrangements are made. Have your men infiltrate the guest list and make sure they know who their targets are."
"Oui, Reginald, I will gladly see to it. There are several men who could easily carry this off," Boucher smiled and shook his friend's hand before leaving the room.
Reginald Thibideu walked back to the window, a new lightness in his heart. He'd killed his brother to get the throne of this country, and no band of rebels would take it from him. He sipped at the wine, pleased that things would come to a head in two days time. He would be married and a widower all in the same day, his financial woes over because of the Standish fortune.
"To you, my dear, Maude, may you enjoy the life you have left," he whispered, before downing the smooth liquid and walking back to his desk to finish the paperwork he'd thrown there.
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The plane landed easily and taxied to the small terminal. The two friends disembarked and stepped into the warm tropical breezes and the sparkling light of the late afternoon sunshine. They hurried inside the small air conditioned building, knowing Thibideu's staff would handle their luggage.
"Ezra, Dahling!"
"Looks like Maude's here," Larabee smiled as he spotted the intimidating woman standing on the opposite side of the terminal.
"Greetings Mothah," Standish said, hurrying through the turnstile and smiling at the woman.
"Ezra!" She kissed his right cheek. "Dahling." His left cheek this time. "I missed you so, Deah Boy."
"I've missed you too, Mothah," Standish said as Larabee joined them.
"Ezra, you told me you were bringing that obnoxious Mr. Larabee. Who, pray tell is this?" she asked, frowning as the handsome blond laughed and her son simply blushed as if embarrassed. Her expert eyes examined every inch of the lean body dressed in perfectly creased Armani dress pants and white shirt.
"Mothah, this is the obnoxious Mr. Larabee," the gambler informed the unbelieving woman.
"Impossible. Mr. Larabee's hair is dark...he's gauche...unkempt..."
"Mothah," Standish interrupted before is mother dug too deep a hole. "I assure you this is Chris Larabee."
"It is..."
"Yes, Ma'am," Larabee said, green eyes twinkling mischievously as he took her right hand in his own and placed a gentle kiss there.
"Oh my...I...well I do believe I owe you an apology," the woman said, flustered by her own loss of control.
"No apology necessary, Mrs. Standish. I seem to remember our last meeting was under very different circumstances," Larabee assured her.
"Well, I must admit I remember you being a little...ah, less than immaculate. You do clean up rathah well, though."
"Thanks...I think," Larabee said, a little nervous of the way her eyes lingered on the form fitting pants he wore.
"Well, Marcel has the car waiting outside and I want to get out of the city before any more trouble ensues," the woman said, taking both men by the arm and leading them towards the door.
"Trouble?" the gambler asked.
"Yes. Reginald is having trouble with the rebels hiding out in the mountains. They seem to believe he is not worthy of the crown and have been causing quite the commotion in and around Lyon."
"What is Reginald doing about it?" Standish inquired.
"He's got his minister of defense working on rousting them from their hideout. There have been several small skirmishes close to the city, but they have not been successful in causing any damage. There are a few supporters of the rebels in Lyon, but most are appreciative of the way Reginald is running things on St. Dominique."
"What is your fiancé doing to make sure you're safe, Mrs. Standish?" Larabee asked, genuinely concerned for the woman's welfare.
"There are extra guards at the Villa, and the fence is constantly manned. We are hoping this insurrection is taken care of before the wedding."
"Mothah, do you really think that's possible. Your nuptials are only a few days away."
"I know, Dahling, and Reginald has assured me that everything has been taken care of and nothing will interfere with our exchange of vows," Maude explained as they reached the waiting Limo.
Marcel held the door open and waited for the three newcomers to enter the car. He closed the door and looked around, nervously watching for any sign of the rebels. Satisfied they were not being watched he walked around to the front and climbed into the driver's side.
Chris sat by the window, his gaze seeking out anything that didn't seem right. He knew the conman would be doing the same as Maude poured three glasses of champagne and handed them each one.
"Whatever shall we toast to?" she asked.
"To your health and happiness," Larabee said as the car pulled out into the light traffic.
"Why thank you, Chris...it is alright for me to call you Chris, isn't it?"
"Chris is fine, Ma'am..."
"Oh, Chris, please don't call me Ma'am. You make me sound ancient."
"Sorry, Mrs. Standish," the blond answered, and watched as she tipped her head back and laughed.
"Well, that will not do either. For I will not be Mrs. Standish much longer. Do call me Maude, it will make things easier."
"If that's what you wish, Ma'am...Maude," Larabee corrected, squirming uncomfortably in the seat as she patted his leg.
"Mothah, are you certain this is what you desire?" Standish asked.
"Ezra, Reginald is everything I desire, although if I knew what Chris looked like under all that dirt and grease that day I may have been already spoken for," the woman smiled as she saw the slight blush come to Larabee's cheeks. She loved flirting, especially when the man looked as good as her son's boss.
"Mothah...Please..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Chris. I did not mean to embarrass you," she said, smiling at the way Larabee seemed to move closer to the window.
Chris accepted her apology and sipped at the champagne. It was cold and expensive, but not his usual fare. He'd sooner have a cold beer in his hand at that moment. He could hear Standish and his mother talking as the small structures of the city gave way to the flora and fauna of the country. They drove along tree lined roads that were often bathed in dark shadows as huge palm trees blocked out the sun, leaving the dense undergrowth to struggle for life. He had no idea how long they drove, yet he tried to give Standish and his mother a little privacy so they could catch up on the news. He heard the younger man call his name and turned back to his two companions.
"Sorry, Ezra, did you say something?"
"Mothah was wondering what you thought of her island paradise."
"It is beautiful," Larabee said as they exited the canopy of trees and broke into the bright sunlight. He blinked rapidly in an effort to clear his eyes and looked into a deep gorge on the right side of the car.
"I must declare that is one lengthy drop," the gambler said, turning away from the steep cliffs.
"It is lovely though," Maude said, admiring the cliff hanging view.
"Yes, it is," Larabee agreed, noting the other man looked decidedly green.
"Ezra, Dahling are you feeling ill?"
"You know I have always abhorred heights, Mothah," the young man said, closing his eyes and tilting his head away from the sickening sight.
"Oh, Yes, I had forgotten about your aversion to high places. We are nearly at the Villa and I assure you there are no cliffs such as the ones you're witnessing now."
"Thank God," Standish said, knowing Larabee was smiling as he looked out the window.
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Marcel drove through the heavy wrought iron gate and continued down the tree lined driveway until they reached the huge Villa that dominated the front lawn of the property. The house itself reminded the two men of a plantation home straight out of the Deep South. The high pillars and flowered edges dominated the two story structure. The windows on the main floor were larger than normal and let in the light from all sides of the stately home. The soft breeze, lifted bright curtains and lent an air of calm to the dwelling. Two small children played at the side of the house, but stopped as the car pulled up beside the garage.
Marcel Ormond opened the back door and waited until his three passengers exited the car, before shutting the door and climbing into the driver's seat once more. He turned the car around and headed back to Lyon to pick up his employer.
"Children, Mothah?" Standish asked, smiling as Larabee made his way towards the two giggling kids.
"They belong to one of the chefs, and I must say she is wonderful, but she would nevah be able to surpass Mrs. McMurtry in culinary abilities. Marie Quelle has worked here for ages and Reginald insists on keeping her on. Her children are always here, but I seldom see them. They do seem to have taken a liking to your Mr. Larabee though."
"Chris has a way with children, Mothah, he had a son of his own."
"Had? Whatevah happened to him?"
"Adam and his mothah burned in a fire set by a jealous, psychotic madwoman..."
"What an appalling tragedy. How does he cope?"
"He didn't. Not at first anyway, but he has managed to get past it, although it is never far from his mind."
"How long ago did this tragedy occur?"
"It's been five years now, but please, Mothah, do not bring it up to him."
"Ezra, give your mothah some credit. I would not think of broaching the subject of his family's death to him."
"Thank you," Standish said, smiling at how easily Chris Larabee gained the trust of the two children. He felt her link her arm in his and lead him towards the Villa.
Chris smiled as Lily and Francois moved away from the house. The children were young, and he loved talking with them. They'd been playing a simple game of hide and seek and wanted him to join them. With a hearty laugh he promised to do so as soon as he was settled. He waved as the two ran into the trees, before rejoining his hostess and her son.
"Chris, you do seem to have won them ovah rathah quickly," Maude said, smiling as she linked her right arm through his left.
"They're great kids," Larabee told her.
"I don't usually associate with them, but maybe after the wedding I'll make time to visit with them."
"Well, you could always join us for a game of hide and seek later," Larabee said, smiling at the stunned look on Ezra's face.
"I don't really think I'll have time to join you for the game today, but please keep me in mind if there's another one," Maude said, surprising her son once more.
"Why, Mothah, I didn't know you enjoyed such frivolous activities," the conman quipped.
"There are many things you don't know about me, Deah Boy. You would be surprised at the things I am capable of," she laughed as the butler opened the door and they stepped into the cooler interior of the house.
They walked into the huge foyer and followed the butler along the main hallway, which opened onto a larger room where an open staircase led to the second floor. The floors were hardwood and polished to a luxurious sheen, a crystal chandelier hung high overhead, directly above the immaculate floors. A runner designed with tropical florals ran down the center of the staircase, splitting at the halfway point where the stairs widened until they reached the landing. Two marble topped tables placed at each corner of the landing held a brilliant display of fresh cut flowers. The walls were a cream color, brightened by the lace curtains drawn across the windows, and the paintings of landscapes that adorned them.
"Ezra, Chris, your rooms are on the second floor. Miles will takes you to them. I will be up to check on you in a few minutes."
"Thank you, Mothah," Standish said, following the butler up the elegant staircase.
"This way, Gentlemen. My name is Miles Benoit and if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, Miles." The gambler continued up the stairs until he reached the top and turned to Larabee. "Do you recognize those paintings, Chris?"
"Van Gogh? Maybe a Picasso as well."
"I'd love to know if they are real or reproductions," Standish said, moving closer to the paintings. A single dull light shone above each glass enclosed display, making it impossible to touch them.
"Monsieur Thibideu has them insured and an alarm is set if the glass is cracked or broken," Benoit explained.
"Thank you, Miles," the conman said as the older servant led them down the brightly lit hallway.
"You have adjoining rooms, Monsieur Standish. I trust they will be adequate. This one belongs to Monsieur Larabee." He opened the door and ushered the two men inside. A young woman was just finishing unpacking the suitcase and tucking it into the back of the large walk in closet that took up one side of the room. A king size four poster canopy bed was set in the center of the opposite wall, a luxurious blue down comforter and several king size pillows dominated the top of the bed. A large oak and cedar armoire was set against the same wall as the bed and a night table of the same material sat on the opposite side. A brass lamp and vase of flowers were set on a coffee colored doily.
Chris and Ezra crossed the room to a set of French doors that led out onto the second floor terrace. The View showed the back lawn, the rolling hills and trees, which eventually led deeper into the mountains.
"I believe Mr. Tanner would call this a slice of heaven," the conman said.
"Yeah, that sounds like an apt description," Larabee agreed as Benoit joined them.
"Mr. Standish, your room opens onto the terrace as well. Mr. Larabee I asked Anna to bring some refreshments."
"Thank you," Larabee said, unused to being waited on. He hated the idea of someone unpacking his luggage, but he'd been too late to stop it. He heard Ezra and the butler talking as his gaze was drawn to the children playing inside the enclosure. The high fence would be ample protection, but only if the rebels refrained from using explosives to gain entrance.
"So what do you think of my new home, Chris?" Maude Standish asked, joining him on the terrace.
"Spectacular view. The house and furnishings show your expert touch," Larabee smiled, knowing his words were true. This was a lady who wanted and usually received the best.
"Why, thank you. Reginald has given me free reign to decorate in any fashion I desire."
"I hope you're happy here, Maude."
"I will be, Chris. You know, I believe our difference of opinion when it comes to Ezra set us off on the wrong foot. Oh, don't get me wrong, I believe Ezra is wasting his God given talent working for The Firm, but he has made it clear that he is happy there."
"Ezra's very good at what he does, Maude. He has more talents than just being a good conman and gambler, although those have come in handy on some of our most gruelling cases."
"Mrs. Standish, where would you like the refreshment?"
"Please put them on the table, Anna," the older woman ordered as Ezra and Miles rejoined them.
"Hello, Mothah."
"Hello, Dahling. I do hope the rooms are suitable to both of you."
"The rooms are perfect," the conman assured her.
"Very well." She turned to the butler and ordered. "Miles, tell Reginald I would like him to join us here when he returns."
"Certainly, Madame," Benoit agreed, turning and leaving the trio alone on the terrace.
"Mothah, this place does seem to bring out the best in you," Standish said as she linked her arm through his and led him the short distance to the table.
"Thank you, Dahling. Would you do the honors, Chris?" the woman asked, pointing to the tray of drinks on the table.
"My pleasure," the blond answered, pouring three glasses from the frosted pitcher. He handed one to his hostess, one to his friend and took one for himself.
"A toast, Mothah," Ezra lifted his glass towards the woman and spoke clearly. "May this marriage bring you everything you desire and more."
They tapped glasses and sipped at the liquid.
"Hmm, what is this?" Standish asked.
"It's a drink I've come to enjoy since last we saw each othah, Dahling. It's called ChamPino. Anna is a fully trained bartender and this is one of her specialties. It's quite simple too. One ounce Campari, one and a quarter ounce sweet Vermouth, and my favorite ingredient two ounces of Champagne. Anna will bring more if we need it."
"It's not bad," Larabee said, placing the half finished beverage on the table and looking out over the lawn once more. He spotted the two children he'd spoken with earlier playing in the brush and smiled as their soft laughter reached his ears.
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Charles Legros stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out over the country he called home. The glow in the distance told him the town of Lyon was once again bathed in artificial light as the darkness had descended over the landscape. The mountains at his back gave him the strength he needed and the knowledge that no one could creep up on him. He loved St. Dominique, loved the terrain, the people, the small city that dominated its southern shore, yet the man who now ran the country was hell bent on taking everything from her. He'd vowed on Nicholas Thibideu's grave that he would see his death avenged and that was one vow he would make sure he kept. It was nearly two years since he'd found Nicholas' body, bloodied and beaten on the eastern shore of the island. The man lived long enough to tell him of his brother's traitorous act, before succumbing to the multitude of lethal blows covering his body. he shook his head to clear it of the image he'd long kept in his heart. Nicholas Thibideu had been more than a friend, he was a brother, and one who'd stood by him more than once. In fights that had nothing to do with him, the man had always there.
"I'll find a way to get to the squirrelly bastard!" he vowed before turning towards the trail behind him. He leaned against the solid wall of rock on his right and waited for his second in command to arrive.
"Jacob, has there been any word?"
"Oui, Charles, the guests have arrived and are staying at the villa. Marie is sure Thibideu is planning on killing his intended, but not until after she signs a paper giving him control of everything she owns."
"Dammit, that woman can't see what she's dealing with..."
"All she sees is the possibility of a title. Our investigation showed how much she covets money and position in society."
"Perhaps we could speak with her son?"
"There is not enough time for that. Thibideu has heightened security around the Villa for the upcoming nuptials. Marie said General Boucher is providing most of the forces to make sure nothing interrupts the happy goings on."
"Then we attack them as soon as the ceremony nears completion. We take the bride to be before she makes her final vow!"
"What good will that do, Charles? We both know he's marrying her for money, not love, which means he will not pay to have her returned!"
"Maybe not, but I believe her son will come after her. Perhaps we can enlist his aid in getting to Reginald Thibideu."
"I am not so sure he will be of much help either. Mother and son have not had the most loving of relationships."
"That may very well be, but from what I've read on Ezra Standish he will do anything to protect his mother and her fortune. Gather the men and tell them it's time to make plans and maybe see if we can get a little action going."
"Oui, Charles, I will also arrange to have Marie and our children leave Thibideu's residence."
"Will it be possible for her to leave without arousing suspicion? Isn't she preparing the meal?"
"Oui, she is, but I do not want her in harms way."
"You do know my sister will do anything to bring Thibideu to his knees. She may not want to leave until she is sure things have gone according to plan."
"Your sister is stubborn and pigheaded, but she is also smart and resourceful. I know she may not leave on her own, but there is no way she will keep the children there if there's a danger to them."
"We must get Lily and Francois out of there before the wedding. See to it, Jacob! Do whatever you need to do to ensure their safety!" Legros snapped, pacing back and forth in the small clearing. He loved Jacob and Marie Quelle's children as if they were his own and he would not let any harm come to them. He turned his gaze back to the soft glow on the distant horizon and wished he could return to the city he'd helped build.
'He'll pay, Nicholas. I'll make sure Reginald is brought down if it's the last thing I do!' he silently vowed.
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Reginald Thibideu relaxed in the back seat of the limo. The day was going better than expected and he hoped things would continue that way. His plans for the demise of his soon to be wife and her guests had come to him so quickly, and now he knew everything would work out to his advantage. His thoughts returned to the financial problems threatening his country...his property and knew there was no way out without his fiancé's money. He would get it one way or the other, but if all went well she'd be dead in two days time and her assets would be his. He was sure she would not sign the will, but there were several people who would gladly forge her name given the right incentive. He finished the strong whiskey as they turned into the driveway leading to his home.
"Marcel, see that everything is in readiness for tomorrow. General Boucher will be waiting for you at the Minister's office. It is imperative that he is given the proper times and locations."
"Oui, Monsieur." The driver pulled to a stop in front of the main doors of the villa and watched his employer hurry into his home.
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"Bonsoir, Monsieur," Benoit greeted as he took the other man's hat and coat.
"Bonsoir, Miles. Where is my beautiful bride to be?"
"She and her guests are on the terrace outside the rooms assigned to Monsieur Larabee and Monsieur Standish. She requested that you join them there."
"Has Madame requested anything special for dinner this evening?"
"Oui, she requested Basquaise chicken with broiled potatoes and sweet peppers."
"Ah, she does know what I like. See that it is served in half an hour."
"Oui, Monsieur," Benoit said, turning away before his dislike of his employer showed on his face.
Thibideu hurried up the stairs, wanting to look as if he was excited about meeting his fiancé's family. He walked through the open door and heard the three voices on the terrace. Taking a deep breath he crossed the room and moved towards the trio.
"Bonsoir, Mon Amour. I trust you have had a good day," he said, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her lips.
"Ah, Reginald, Love, I have missed you terribly," Maude told him before turning to the two men standing by the table.
"As I have missed you. I am pleased to see that your guests have arrived safely."
"Oh, yes. Reginald, I would like you to meet my son, Ezra and his employer, Chris Larabee."
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gentlemen," Thibideu said, shaking both offered hands, he felt both men watching him closely, and knew they were trying to get a read on who he was. He kept the false smile on his face as he broke eye contact with Larabee and Standish.
"I'm pleased to meet the man who captured my mothah's heart," Standish told him.
"Your mothah has also captured mine," the Frenchman said, holding Maude closer still. "Monsieur Larabee, I am pleased you were able to accompany Maude's son."
"My pleasure, Mr. Thidideu," Larabee told him. There was something about this man that set his nerves on end, but he couldn't quite figure out what was bothering him. He looked at Standish as Maude's attention was on the newcomer and knew the other man was also a little skeptical about the newcomer. It wasn't anything tangible, but they were trained to trust their instincts, and right now their instincts were to watch this man closely.
"I trust the trip was comfortable," the older man asked.
"Very comfortable. Thank you for sending the jet for us," Standish told him.
"Madame, Monsieur, dinner is being served in the alcove dining room," Benoit said from the open doorway.
"Ah, dinner, and you remembered my favorite, mon amour," Thibideu smiled as he linked his right arm with his fiancé's left and looked at the two younger men. "Gentlemen, Marie makes the best Basquaise sauce to grace the finest restaurant in all of France, and I had the good luck to hire her before anyone found out. Isn't that right, Maude?"
"She is a wonderful chef, Reginald. We're all in for a treat tonight," the Standish woman smiled at her son as she hooked his left arm with her right and smiled at the two men.
Larabee walked behind the trio as they made their way out of the room and down the stairs. He spotted Lily and Francois playing in a small alcove on their right and waved to the children as he passed by. The children giggled, waved back, and continued with whatever new game they were playing. Chris hurried to catch up with his host and smiled as he caught Ezra looking back at him.
They entered the dining room to find an exquisite Teakwood table set for four. The table and chairs were done in a simple rose design that added to the elegance of the setting. A small crystal and brass chandelier spread soft white light over the table, bathing the crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery in a warm glow.
Thibideu led his fiancée to the end of the table and held her chair for her. She smiled as she took her seat, loving the attention this man lavished on her.
"Thank you, Reginald."
"My pleasure, Maude. Monsieur Larabee..."
"Chris..."
"Ah, if you insist, then you must call me Reginald. If you would take the seat to Maude's left and Monsieur..."
"Ezra..."
"Ezra, again I would be pleased if you would call me Reginald. You may take the chair to Maude's right. Ah, it looks as if Marie has everything prepared. Miles, would you serve the wine?"
"Certainly, Monsieur." The butler reached for the bottle of Bordeaux nestled in the ice bucket on the cart beside the table. He moved to his employer and poured a small amount of the white liquid into the crystal goblet. Standing back he watched as Thibideu swirled the wine in the goblet before sniffing the aroma and taking a small sip. Again he swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it and nodding at the butler.
"Perfect," the older man sighed as he sat back and relaxed.
Chris tasted the Bordeaux and nodded his approval at his host. "Very nice."
"It was an excellent year for Bordeaux in France. I'm pleased you agree with my choice," Thibideu's eyes lit up as Marie entered the room pushing a linen topped trolley carrying four small chef salads. The woman served the guests and placed the final one before her employer before hurrying from the room.
Ezra Standish didn't miss the look of distaste on the employee's face as she hurried away. He looked across the table at Larabee and knew the other man hadn't missed it either. He lifted the salad fork and slowly began to eat the crisp lettuce and cherry tomatoes. The meal continued in relative silence as Marie cleared the dishes and served the main course.
Chris looked at the appetizing meal set before him. It consisted of tender chicken pieces, cooked in oil and then mixed with onions, tomatoes, marrows, sweet pepper, aromatics and mushrooms. He knew if the meal tasted half as good as it looked he would have no problem finishing it off. He waited until the others were served before taking the first tentative taste. He turned to the woman who'd served them and smiled his pleasure.
"My compliments to the chef," he said, and saw the look of pride on her face before she turned and left them to their meals.
"Marie truly is a wonderful chef. I am very lucky she has agreed to work here in my home country. I thought I lost her when she married, but it seems her marriage was ill fated from the beginning. Her husband has not been seen in Lyon since he sided with Legros."
"Legros?" Standish asked.
"Charles Legros. He has been a thorn in my side since I was given the throne after my brother's unfortunate demise. He and his rebels have a compound somewhere in the higher mountains and we have been unable to find it. He has made many raids on Lyon and the smaller farms in the outlying countryside. We've been lucky so far in that he has not killed anyone, but it's only a matter of time before he does."
"Have you tried to find out why he's raiding the town?" Larabee asked, seeing the sheen of red on the older man's face.
"Why would I sink so low as to talk with these lowlife scum who have invaded our homes?"
"Reginald, Dahling, remember your blood pressure," Maude soothed, smiling at her husband to be as he ordered Benoit to refill his wine glass.
"I apologize for my outbreak, Gentlemen. Legros always has an adverse effect no my blood pressure. My physician has warned me not to let things get to me."
"No apology needed, Reginald. I am certain Chris and Ezra have heard far worse in their line of business," Maude assured him, smiling as Larabee and her son resumed eating the delicious meal set out for them. She met her future husband's eyes and again smiled at him.
"Thank you, Maude. I believe you are going to be so good for me. Perhaps we can avail ourselves of a moonlight walk down by the lake when dinner is over."
"That would be lovely, Reginald. Perhaps Ezra and Chris will join us. They have yet to see the surrounding grounds of the Villa."
"They would be most welcome to come along," Thibideu said, returning his attention to his meal.
"Would you like to join us, Ezra?"
"Certainly, Mothah."
"Chris, are you ready to explore the grounds?" Maude asked.
"It would be a pleasure to join you, Maude," Larabee told her.
"Then it's set. Miles, see that Marie has coffee ready upon our return," Thibideu ordered.
"Oui, Monsieur," Benoit assured him. He watched as the four people finished their meal in relative silence.
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