Royal Deceptions by Winnie

Larabee looked up from the papers strewn across his desk and smiled at the man standing there. Ezra Standish looked as if the weight of the world had been dropped on his shoulders and Chris knew only one person who had that effect on the stoic conman.

"What's your mother up to now, Ez?" the blond leader of The Firm asked.

"What makes you think it's my mothah, Mr. Larabee?"

"She's the only one I know that can ruffle your tail feathers. What is it this time? Marriage or divorce?"

"Marriage... she's met this King..."

"I thought she was seeing an Earl?"

"She was... but alas that was his name, not his title. Mothah was simply appalled when she discovered his duplicity."

"So who is this new man?"

"He is a king, or so Mothah says. He owns an island south of the Caribbean Islands and has pronounced himself king. Since it's his property, Mothah feels he really is a king."

"So when is the wedding and how much time do you need?"

"The wedding is in one month and I will need at least three possibly four weeks, but there is another reason I'm here," the gambler said, eyes slightly downcast as he looked at his boss.

"Out with it!" Larabee insisted, pointing to the chair opposite his desk. He waited for the other man to close the door and take the offered seat.

"Chris, do you remember a bet we made while you were in the hospital in Washoe?"

"Ah, hell," Larabee said with a grin."That was one bet I didn't mind losing,"

The bet involved whether Anne Sheridan would visit him as more than a concerned nurse. The woman now lived in Billings, but was a traveling nurse and often out of town for weeks at a time. This latest assignment would see her leaving in two weeks and she would be gone for two long months. He sat back, holding a pencil between his two hands, smiling as he realized why Standish was sitting across from him, looking a little nervous.

"Well, do you remember what I wanted if I won the bet?"

"No... no... can't say that I do," Larabee said, smiling as he saw the nervous tension in the other man's body.

"Oh... okay... I was just thinking..."

"Ez, I remember the bet and since you won I'll gladly pay up. When do we leave?"

"We would have to fly to St. Augustine, Florida on June 21st. We'd spend a day at Mothah's home and then take the a plane from there to the island."

"Alright, so give me a couple of days to work this out with Orrin. I think Vin can handle things from this end. So is your mother going for a royal wedding this time?"

"I think she said there would be over 500 guests."

"Guess that means I need to pack my Tux."

"That would be a very wise idea."

"Anything else I should know?" Larabee asked.

"No... that's it." Standish stood up to leave, but turned back to speak with the man he'd grown to respect so much."Chris, thank you... I mean it... you don't know how much you're being there will mean to me."

"Ez, you're a friend... a part of this rag tag family... and that's what we do for each other. Let me know when the dates are finalized."

"I will... by the way, all expenses will be taken care of by mother's paramour. He insists on spoiling her," Standish said.

"As if she needs to be spoiled further," Larabee said, smiling at the other man as he left the office. Chris leaned back in his chair and thought about Ezra Standish and his turbulent relationship with his mother. The Firm's leader knew more about the relationship than the other men, having had a run in with the sophisticated debutante when he'd asked Ezra to be part of Orrin Travis's newly formed agency. The woman had been angry at him for even approaching her son with the offer, and she'd been angry when the young man defied her and chose to work for the blond.

Chris laughed as he remembered her reaction to the clothes he wore when they first met.

Chris was working on his truck and covered in dirt and grease when the message came from Standish saying he wasn't sure he could take him up on the offer. He dropped what he was doing and drove to Standish's upscale apartment. He ignored the looks on the manager's face as his boot heels clicked on the hardwood floor and left tracks of dirt across the highly polished wood. He stabbed at the button and smiled at the extravagantly dressed woman who stepped out of the elevator. Once inside he hit the button that would take him to the top floor, where Standish owned the penthouse suite. He didn't bother with the doorbell, instead opting to pound on the door until it was opened by a woman dressed in a light cream-colored suit.

"The servants entrance is downstairs," the woman told him, disgusted at the way he was dressed.

"Not a servant. I'm here to see Ezra Standish."

"My son does not wish to see..."

"I'm not here to see you, Lady. Now do your damn job and tell Standish Chris Larabee is here to see him!" The blond pushed past her and stood just inside the door.

"Well, I never..."

"Don't matter to me whether or not you never... just get Standish out here!"

"My son..."

"Your son," Larabee smiled as he realized he was looking at the woman who'd been trying to make Ezra Standish give up any thoughts he had of joining The Firm.

"Yes, My dear boy..."

"Your dear boy is a man. It's damn well time you let him be one!"

"How deah you talk to me in such a manner? You will leave my home..."

"I'll leave when I talk with Ezra. Now are you gonna tell him he's got company or do I walk in there and tell him myself."

"Mothah, is something wrong?" the young man asked as he heard the raised voices."Oh, Mr. Larabee, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see why you changed your mind about joining the team," Larabee said.

"I didn't change my mind. I told you I would report to the office on Monday morning..."

"And I canceled that meeting, Ezra."

"Mothah, you had no right..."

"I am your mothah and have every right to stop my boy from making a mistake!"

"Mrs. Standish, your son has made his decision, why don't you respect him for it?"

"Mr. Larabee, I'm not about to let my son go to work for a man of your standing. He is not to ruin his hands by working for a grease monkey like you!"

"Sorry, Ma'am, but again, that's Ezra's decision. Ez?"

"I'll be at the office at seven sharp, Mr. Larabee."

"Good, I'll see you then, Ez." He turned to the woman, smiled and nodded his head."Nice to meet you, Ma'am," he said sarcastically. He turned and walked away leaving the woman flustered and angry. They'd had several more meetings since that one, but she always managed to catch him at a time when he looked a little the worse for wear.

Chris sighed as he stood up and walked to the window. Somehow he knew this was going to be a trip he'd not soon forget. Maude Standish was a woman of high standing and they always seemed to butt heads over her son.

The month flew by for both Chris and Ezra as the two men made preparations to make sure their cases were covered and any loose ends were tied up. Maude's fiancé sent a private plane to pick them up and the two men sat in spacious chairs facing each other across a small table laden with little cakes and fresh fruit.

"So is Maude gonna be there when we arrive?" Larabee asked, sipping at the smooth Irish whiskey in his hand.

"No, mothah is already on the island. She said she's got too much to do and would see us both on St. Dominique. We shall be meeting her intended at that time as well."

"Any idea what King Reggie looks like?" Larabee asked, smiling at the grin on Standish's face. The team had begun alluding to Maude's intended as King Reggie the sixth... not because he was the sixth king, but because he was Maude Standish's sixth husband.

"King Reginald Thibideu is not a man who likes having his photo taken. I'm sure he's tall, brown haired, and gallant. Everything mothah deems a necessity in a male companion."

"Aren't you forgetting one other necessity?" Larabee asked, finishing the glass of whiskey and placing it back on the table.

"Ah, yes, mothah does also like to have a man who has pecuniary values as well."

"Was she always like that, Ezra?" The blond asked as the younger man gazed out the window.

"I don't know about her early life, but since I was old enough to hold a bottle, mothah coveted wealth and title. I remember once when her elder brother came to visit and I overheard them talking. Uncle Daniel was a big strapping bear of a man, so different from Mothah, yet they did love each othah. Uncle Daniel was trying to convince her not to marry the man who would be my third fathah, but alas he met with defeat. Mothah simply told him to stay out of her affairs, that she would not have her child growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. I often wonder which side of the tracks was the wrong side. I mean I grew up not wanting for anything, at least not when it came to what some people call expensive possessions, but I do believe I was short changed in other things."

"I take it your mother didn't believe in showing her love for her child..."

"I'm not sure believe would be the right word. I think mothah found it hard to show affection of any kind. I grew up with nannies who said they loved me, but it wasn't the same. I'd have given up all the fancy clothes, the education... everything just to spend a few hours with her. I do believe that's why I was such a perfect student when she showed me my first card trick. I've never seen her so excited about anything and I practiced until I had the slight of hand trick down pat. She was between husbands at the time and we spent nearly three months traveling. I learned how easy it was to get her attention if I learned a new card trick."

"Not much of a life for a kid, Ez."

"No, it wasn't, but it really wasn't all bad. Mothah did love me in her own way, and I think she's mellowed over the years, but I do sometimes wonder what it would've been like to have a normal childhood," Standish said, smiling as a flight attendant refilled their glasses.

"What about you, Chris? What was your childhood like?"

"My mom and dad were wonderful parents... didn't have much money, but they didn't let that stop them. I had one brother... two years older than me."

"I didn't know you had a brother, Chris."

"I don't talk about him a lot, Ez. I loved him, but he had problems. He thought the world should revolve around him and sometimes I think he regretted having a kid brother. Mom and dad didn't see some of the things he did. They just saw him as the perfect son."

"But he wasn't?" Standish asked, amazed at hearing Larabee had a brother, something he'd always wanted, yet the brother seemed to resent his being born.

"No... no he wasn't," the blond said, sipping at the amber colored liquid as he looked out the big window.

"I'm sorry, Chris, I didn't mean to remind you of something you'd rather not talk about."

"It's okay, Ez. It's just hard to talk about. I haven't even told Buck all of it. My brother's name was Carl... and as I said he was two years older than me. When we were younger he looked after me... wouldn't let anyone hurt me or pick on his skinny runt of a brother, but that all changed suddenly when he went to the private school. He graduated with honors and planned to attend university. Mom and dad were proud of him and so was I. I mean here I was a scrawny kid who looked up to his brother, and couldn't understand why he would have nothing to do with me. I saw other families with two or more kids and they always seemed to get along, but Carl was cold to everything I tried. He hated when dad told him to take me with him, and sometimes it scared me to have to go. He hit me a few times, but never anywhere that someone could see it. Told me if I ever told mom or dad he'd put me in the hospital and make damn sure I never came out again." Larabee's hand shook as he remembered his own childhood, the troubled years when his life had become a living hell for not only him but his parents as well.

"Jesus, Chris, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Ez. See, Carl had problems none of us knew about. He'd started using drugs, but none of us saw the signs. He was a damn good actor and made sure none of us knew what he was doing. At least he kept it hidden until the university he wanted to attend turned him down. Mom and Dad were at work and I came home from school... caught him shooting up... I screamed at him for being so fuckin' stupid... sonofabitch grabbed me and pulled me down on the sofa beside him. I was only fifteen at the time, Ez, small for my age and he hel... held me down easily."

Standish watched as Larabee rubbed at the inside of his arm. He knew his friend needed to talk about his experience, yet he wasn't sure he was the right man to hear it. Finally taking a deep breath he found his voice again.

"What happened?"

"His eyes were crazed, Ez, and he looked like a madman. He held me down with his body, trapping my left arm behind me and pushing the damn needle into my arm..."

"Sweet Jesus!" Standish gasped.

"I fought him and before he could inject the heroin the needle broke off. He hit me over and over... until I grabbed the marble ashtray on the table. I... I... hit him with it..."

"There was nothing else you could've done, Chris. It wasn't your fault."

"I know that now, but that doesn't make it any easier."

"So what happened? Did you call for help?"

"I crawled to the phone and hit 911... couldn't really talk but they understood enough to send help. I passed out before they got there and woke up in the ER. Dad and Mom were there... and I knew they'd been crying. I couldn't face them... not knowing I'd killed my own brother. Later I found out Carl wasn't there when the cops arrived. They found him a week later down by the docks. He was dead... shot himself up with nearly pure heroin and died alone. It was such a fuckin' waste."

"Yes it was, but it wasn't your fault, Chris. You couldn't have stopped him from doing that to himself."

"I know... and I keep telling myself that, but to know he died alone... with no one there to care about him..."

"Chris, would you have helped him if you'd known where he was?"

"Hell yes, Ez. I loved Carl in spite of what the drugs did to him. I would've done anything to help him."

"Then he didn't die alone. Deep down inside him he would've known you were there, that you forgave him everything he did to you."

Larabee looked at the younger man and realized how easily he'd just read him. He knew it wasn't the same as his bond with Vin Tanner, but Standish was an integral part of his new family. He nodded and closed his eyes, picturing a time when his brother was with him and they'd been close.

"Thanks, Ez," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Chris. Now, how about a little game of chance?"

"Name your game," Larabee said, sitting up and smiling as the gambler fanned out a new deck of cards.

The flight had been a pleasant one and the landing smooth and easy. Chris and Ezra thanked the flight attendants as well as the pilot before disembarking and making their way through the airport. They both carried overnight bags, but left the bulk of their luggage on the plane as they would be leaving early the next morning. The terminal itself was fairly busy, but Ezra led them through the main doors and out into the main waiting zone where he immediately spotted his mother's driver.

"This way, Chris," the conman explained as he hurried to the waiting white Limousine.

Chris looked at the sleek automobile and whistled softly.

"Nice," he said simply.

"Yes, mothah has a thing for white limousines. She says they make everything so elegant. Hello, Maxwell," Standish greeted the driver as he opened the back door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Standish, a pleasure to see you again."

"How is your family?" the gambler asked as Chris ducked his head and climbed into the car.

"Very well, thank you, Sir." Maxwell answered, closing the door once Ezra was inside and seated comfortably.

"Maxwell's been one of mothah's drivers for over ten years now. He's very reliable and has a small chalet on the estate," Standish explained as he buckled up his seat belt.

"Ez, just how big is your mother's property here?"

"Let's see, the house features six bedrooms, three of those have en-suite baths, floor to ceiling fireplaces, white colonial furnishings, and four poster beds. The beds are antiques and mothah refuses to buy new ones, although she has invested in new feather mattresses and king size pillows. The other three bedrooms share a bath, and are furnished in oak or cherry wood, depending on which one you choose to stay in. My room is just to the right of the stairs, and I believe you would be comfortable in the one next to mine."

"Right now, any bed sounds good to me," Larabee said, tired after the long plane ride, and the late nights he'd put in getting ready for this trip. He knew everything was up-to-date at the office, but he also needed to make sure things at the ranch were taken care of. Vin would look after Pony for him, and would also make a trip out to his place everyday to check on things.

"I certainly agree," Standish answered.

"So six bedrooms, what else does this mansion have?"

"Mothah calls this her summer cottage," the conman said with a grin, knowing the home was bigger than most people could ever imagine living in.

"Okay, so tell me about the cottage." Larabee looked out the window at the homes surrounding the narrow streets. Something about this place put him at ease and he relaxed into the comfortable seats, smiling as his companion handed him a cold glass of Pepsi.

"Well, the lower level has a large foyer... the main dining room seats thirty comfortably, the breakfast nook seats ten to twelve and is just off the kitchen. There's a full contingent of staff whenever guests are staying here, but I told mothah, Mrs. McMurtry would be fine. She's been on staff for a long time, approximately fifteen years, and her culinary skills are unsurpassed in this state. There's a study and library also located on the main floor, opposite the main dining hall. I guess that's about it for the main house. The property is well over 5000 square feet with stables and a pool house located..."

"Stable? Any horses?"

"I thought that would intrigue you, Chris," Standish laughed at the excitement in the sea-green eyes.

"You know I love horses, Ezra," Larabee told him.

"You and Vin do seem to be equine inclined." The conman grinned at the other man as they turned onto interstate 95 north.

"Vin's got a way with animals," The Firm's leader said softly.

"Yes, he certainly does. Now as to whether there are horses in the stables the answer is yes. Mothah invested in a couple of thoroughbreds. I'm sure we could find time to visit the stables if you are so inclined."

"Oh, I think I could be persuaded to take a look at them," Larabee agreed. They remained silent for the rest of the journey, watching as the city gave way to rolling lawns and large estates.

"We're almost there, Chris. it's just over the next rise."

Chris had been immersed in the countryside. The estates stretched over lush green valleys, running down into the ocean and back over the rise. They passed a small well kept bridge and Chris spotted the house set back amongst Sycamores, Magnolias, Slash Pines and a few others Chris recognized but couldn't think of the names. Flowers such as Primrose, yellow Jasmine, Roses and Bougainvillea grew in abundance in well tended flower beds around the front terrace. Birds of different colors and size flew around the flowers, butterflies of all varieties flitted from flower to flower as the golden orb of the sun bathed the perfectly maintained lawn in golden light.

The gates opened at their approach and they drove down the tree lined driveway, stopping in front of the four car garage. A vintage Black Rolls Royce stood in front of one of the garage doors, sleek and elegant in its day, the automobile still had many years ahead of it with proper maintenance. Chris reached for the handle just as the door was opened by one of the staff.

"Welcome home, Mr. Standish," the jocular grey haired man smiled as Ezra slid from the car.

"Thank you, Lewis," the gambler said as Larabee stepped out.

"You must be Mr. Larabee, welcome to Standish Manor. I'm Lewis St. John, please let me know if I can be of assistance."

"I will, thank you Mr. St. John..."

"Please call me Lewis. Mrs. McMurtry has a light luncheon prepared for you if you'd like to go round to the back patio," St. John told them.

"Thank you, Lewis, I do believe we could both use a small repast. Follow me, Chris," the gambler led them around the side of the house, along a well-kept garden path until they came to the gazebo set up in the back yard. A middle-aged woman with black hair speckled through with gray placed a large bowl of salad and sandwiches on the table before turning towards them. She smiled as she spotted her employer's son and hurried towards him, arms held wide as she wrapped him in a friendly hug.

"Ezra, I'm so glad you've come home again." She held him at arms length and studied his lean form, scowling as she looked him over from head to toe."You have lost weight since leaving home."

"Mrs. McMurtry, I assure you I am the same weight I was when I last visited."

"I can tell that you have lost weight, young man, now don't argue and sit down. I'll make sure you eat properly while you're here." She smiled as Standish broke away from her and turned to the blond standing behind her.

"Mrs. McMurtry, I'd like you to meet my friend and employer, Mr. Chris Larabee," the conman introduced them and was relieved when the older woman ran her eyes up and down his boss's body.

"You look like you could use a little fattening up yourself, Mr. Larabee. What are they feeding you in Billings?"

"It's Chris, Ma'am," Larabee corrected her as she led him towards a seat and handed him the tongs to help himself to the spinach salad.

"Well, Chris, welcome to Standish Manor. Now you be sure to eat hearty because there's plenty more where that came from. Ezra, I'm fixing Prime rib for dinner, would you like it in the main dining room or the nook?"

"The nook is fine, Mrs. McMurtry," the gambler assured her, smiling as the woman continued to tell them both to eat even as she walked away.

"Wine, Chris?"

"No thanks, Ezra, just water right now," Larabee told him, helping himself to the delicate finger sandwiches on the tray before him.

Standish filled both crystal glasses and passed one to his companion, who seemed to be studying everything around him.

"This is some place, Ez."

"It is efficient as homes go," the conman told him, a wistful quality to his voice.

"I don't think I've ever heard of a home being described as efficient," Larabee observed softly.

"Nevertheless efficient is the proper word. Mothah was rarely around when I was here, and so I never really thought of this place as home. It was more like staying at a luxury hotel where the staff catered to my every whim."

"Except when you needed your mother..."

"Exactly. There was a time when I resented everything about my mothah. I thought she didn't care about me, but I have learned that she does care. She just has a completely different way of showing it."

"I'm glad you've been able to come to terms with your mother's way of life. I've often wondered if you regretted your decision to join The Firm," Larabee said, biting into a ham and pimento sandwich.

"Chris, joining The Firm and becoming part of that extraordinary group of men we work with was the best decision of my life. I will be forever indebted to you for making me see that I did not need to reside under mothah's rules of thumb any longer."

"You're part of the team, Ez, an integral part. I'm just glad you were able to see it before your mother convinced you to fly to the south of France."

"Indubitably, Mr. Larabee." The conman smiled as he picked at his salad, amazed at how relaxed he felt in Chris Larabee's company.

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.

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."

"Ma cherie, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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's 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's 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.

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.

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.

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's 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 harm's 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.

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 fiancée'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.

"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 fiancée'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 fiancée'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.

The night air was cool, but the four people walking along the trail leading to the lake seemed oblivious to it. A myriad of twinkling stars and the bright orb of a full moon lighted the sky overhead. A soft breeze swept over the lake, causing small ripples in the otherwise calm surface.

Ezra had his hand linked through his mother's arm as they strode side by side. He knew Thibideu's hand was on her other arm and that Larabee was keeping pace to the right. The smell of wildflowers and tropical breezes soothed his tired body and assaulted his senses.

"What do you think of my tropical paradise, Ezra?" Reginald asked.

"It is beautiful, Reginald. I can see why Mothah is so captivated with it."

"Perhaps I can entice you away from Chris and his agency and have you live here with us. Would that be alright with you, Reginald?"

"Anything for you, Mon Amour," Thibideu assured her, patting her hand with his own.

"Mothah, you know I am content with my life as it is," Standish smiled as he saw Larabee watching them out of the corner of his eye.

"Such a waste of your God given talent," Maude said, shaking her head regretfully.

"You'd be amazed at how much he uses his God given talent to help other people, Maude," the blond told her.

"Yes, but he doesn't get any compensatory benefits for his troubles," the woman argued.

"Mothah, please don't start this again. I am happy with the vocation I have chosen and don't want to rehash what we've already been through."

"Ezra, your mother only wants what's best for you," Thibideu said in Maude's defense.

"I assure you this is what's best for me, Reginald. Mothah just has to realize I do not go in for the con anymore. Although I do believe you have curbed her appetite for cons as well."

"Indeed, she has changed much of her ways for me. She is marrying a king after all, and therefore must do things befitting a queen."

"A queen," Maude whispered into the breeze, loving the way the title sounded in her own ears.

"Ez, I guess that makes you a prince," Larabee said with a smile.

"Chris, don't give her any ideas!" the conman hissed, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks.

"He's right, Ezra, you would be considered a prince if you want it," Thibideu assured him.

"No thank you, Reginald. I am happy in my chosen lot. Mothah, I am pleased you have found someone who makes you happy," Standish said, watching as Larabee slipped further away. He understood the blond's reason for taking his leave of them, but wished the man would stay close by.

Chris moved back up the trail, uncomfortable with being involved in what should be a family conversation. He headed back towards the house, stopping when he heard Lily and Francois playing at the set of swings at the back of the property line. He hurried over, smiling at them as he joined them.

"Bonsoir, Chris," Francois greeted him while Lily hurried to take his hand.

"Bonsoir, Francois, Lily, what are you doing out here at this time of night?"

"We always play out here when the night sky is lit up with stars," Lily told him.

"Hmm, you sound like a poet, Lily. How old are you?"

"I am twelve and Francois is ten," the girl answered.

"How old are you, Chris?"

"Francois, you are not supposed to ask an adult their age. Remember what mama says about your manners."

"But, Lily, he asked us our ages."

"That's different..."

"It's okay, Lily, I don't mind telling you. I'm forty three."

"Forty three! That's almost as old as mama's rickety old car," Francois said.

"Francois, mama's car is not that old," Lily said, placing her hands on her trim waist.

Chris could not help smiling at the antics of the two children as he moved towards the swing and sat on the nearest one. He slowly began to move it back and forth, smiling as the children watched him intently.

"Lily," Francois whispered."Will the rope hold him. He's awful big."

"I don't know. Maybe if he goes slow..."

"Tell you what, Francois," Larabee said as he made the child's swing go a little higher. It brought back memories of sharing swings with Adam when he and Sarah took their son to the park."If I do break it I'll help you build another one. Deal?"

"Deal, would you like us to push you, Chris?" Lily asked.

"Sure, just not too high, okay?"

"Okay!" the children laughed as they moved behind the swing and began to push it as hard as they could.

Ezra walked along the edge of the lake, smiling as his mother continued to lavish attention on her intended. Again he felt something was out of place with this man. Reginald Thibideu was trying too hard to make him feel at home, yet he could not fault that since the man was marrying his mother. He watched as Thibideu pulled the woman close and decided it was time he found Chris Larabee.

"Mothah, I'll meet you back at the house," Standish said, smiling as a soft laugh escaped his mother's throat.

"That's fine, Ezra... Reginald and I will join you shortly."

Standish shook his head as he turned away from the would-be lovers. Something JD once said came to mind and seemed to fit this particular occasion. "Too much information!" he said aloud as he hurried along the trail. He heard laughter as he made it back to the rolling lawns at the back of the property and spotted the two children playing in the swings. He squinted as his eyes caught and held the third figure with them.

Oh, where is Mr. Tanner with his camera when I need him, he thought as he watched Larabee swing high in the air. He moved across the lawn, smiling at the blond's easy laughter.

Chris laughed as the children pushed him higher. He used his feet and legs to help them and knew he was going to regret this as a soft laugh reached his ears.

"Well, Chris, I see you found something to entertain yourself w..." he stopped as Larabee swung past him and a groaning creek sounded above his head.

"It's gonna break!" Francois shouted as Larabee began his downward arc.

Ah, hell, the blond thought as a final crack sounded above him and his body dropped like a stone in water. He landed hard on his back, the air driven from his lungs as he hit the ground. He heard Ezra's laughter even as the younger man moved in to check on him.

"Chris, are y... you o... okay?"

"Just dan... dandy!" the prone man hissed through clenched teeth. He tried to roll onto his side, but three sets of hands held him down.

"Lie still, Chris, I need to make sure you're not hurt."

"Believe me, Ezra, the o... only thing h... hurting is my p... pride," the blond whispered as he struggled to sit up.

"Well, your pride will heal in time," Standish told him.

"I told you it would break," Francois said as Larabee finally made it to a sitting position.

"Yeah, you did, Francois. Tell you what I'll do. Tomorrow, you, Lily, Ezra and I will see about getting some new rope and making you some new swings. How does that sound?" Larabee said ruffling the dark brown curls.

"That'd be great, Chris!" Lily said as Standish helped Larabee to his feet.

Chris muffled a groan as abused muscles in his lower back protested his new upright position. "Alright, we'll meet you both out here after..."

"Lunch," Standish finished, before larabee had a chance to.

"Okay," Francois said excitedly.

"Lily, Francois, time to come in for the night."

"I think I hear yoah mothah calling you," the gambler said.

"Coming, mama," the children called at the same time.

Chris and Ezra watched the two kids race across the lawn and up to the back entrance of the villa. They disappeared inside and the conman turned towards his friend.

"Are you certain you are uninjured, Chris?"

"Think so, Ez. Probably bruised though."

"I wouldn't doubt that for a minute. Can you make it to the house or shall I find..."

"Ez, stop talking and start walking," the blond warned, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder as he took his first tentative step. He grunted softly as his lower back paid he price.

"Sounds like more than bruised pride, Chris," Standish said, frowning at Larabee's sharply indrawn breath.

"Just need to lie down and..."

"...Let yourself stiffen up overnight," the conman said with a grin.

"You're probably right about that. Maybe there's something in that big medicine cabinet I can use."

"I'll check for you," the conman said, supporting the blond as they moved across the lawn. They made it to the house and inside before Larabee found he could stand on his own once more. They walked towards the main part of the house, but were stopped before they entered the foyer.

"Mr. Larabee, are you alright?"

Chris turned to look at the children's mother and smiled in spite of the ache in his back. "I'm fine Marie."

"Lily and Francois told me what happened. I have a supply of back rubs in the medicine cabinet if you would like something to help ease the pain. I know what it's like to bruise one's pride," she explained, smiling at the two handsome men standing before her.

"Thank you, Marie, I'd really appreciate that," the blond told her as he moved stiffly up the stairs.

"Chris, I'll make yoah excuses to Mothah and her beau," Standish told him, watching as Larabee made it up the stairs and moved towards his room.

"Damn!" the blond hissed as he sat on the edge of the bed. The walk up the stairs had nearly been his undoing, but he'd made it. Now all he wanted was to lie down and try to ease the ache in his lower back. Chris stayed where he was, hoping he'd be able to get out of his clothes before lying down. He looked up a few minutes later as Ezra knocked on the open door before entering the room.

"How's... your pride?"

"Hurting... but not too bad," Larabee lied, forcing a thin smile to his pale face.

"Mothah sends her sympathy and said to tell you to rest and take it easy."

"S... Sounds like a plan to me. Next time I decide to go for a swing... shoot me..."

"I shall remember that, Chris. Marie gave me the rub for your back, now why don't you take off your shirt and let me see..."

"Ah, no, Ezra, it's fine. Just leave it on the table and I'll do it myself."

"Are you sure? I mean are you able to reach your injury?"

"Yes," was the simple reply.

"Okay, but all you need to do is ask and I will see to it."

"Thanks... but I'll manage."

"Marie also sent up a couple of Tylenol. She said to tell you to let her know if you need something stronger."

"That's fine, Ezra. Thanks," the blond winced as he slowly eased out of his shirt.

"I'll just get you some water."

"Okay." Chris stood up and slipped one arm, then the other out of the shirt. He tossed it over the back of the chair and leaned heavily on it for support.

"Chris, I believe that's more than bruising your pride. You've got a wonderful array of colors permeating around your lower back. I think maybe you should let me take you into Lyon to see a physician," Standish suggested, worry evident in his tone.

"N... no, it's just bruising and a little soreness. I'll be fine once I get a good night's sleep."

"Chris..."

"Look, I'll take the Tylenol and lie down. If things get worse I'll call you, okay?"

"Or if you see any blood..."

"I know, Ez. Nathan's drummed that into our heads," Larabee said, returning to his seat on the edge of the bed. He took the two white tablets, swallowing them gratefully with the full glass of cold water.

"I'll be downstairs with Mothah and Reginald should you require any assistance."

"Thanks Ezra, but I think I'm just gonna lie down and sleep once I rub this stuff in," the blond told him, smiling sheepishly as the other man turned to leave the room."Oh, Ezra..."

"Yes?" Standish asked, turning back to face the injured man.

"None of this leaves this room."

"Whatevah do you mean, Mr. Larabee?" the conman asked, an evil half-smile on his face.

"Ez, if anyone finds out how I did this I'll see that it's more than your pride that's injured," Larabee groaned as he pulled off his boots.

"The events leading up to your injury shall remain undisclosed..."

"Thanks..."

"For a price..."

"Ez..." Larabee shot a glare in the other man's direction, but softened as he saw the twinkle of mirth in Standish's eyes. "You've been hanging around Vin and JD too long!"

"Thank you, Mr. Larabee, I'll take that as a compliment," the conman said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Chris smiled and shook his head before standing and removing the rest of his clothing. He briefly wondered how and when the six men had come to mean so much to him. They were his family and as close to blood as could be. He winced as he sat down once more and reached for the jar of salve Marie sent up. Opening the jar he wrinkled his nose at the pungent odor, but dipped his fingers into the pasty substance and rubbed it into his lower back. At first he felt an uncomfortable heat, but it slowly faded and seemed to take some of the pain with it. Finally finished he replaced the lid and laid the jar on the night table before easing back on the bed. He turned on his side and closed his eyes, hoping the Tylenol and salve would help him sleep.

Ezra walked down the stairs, smiling as he thought of the six men who'd become a family to him. He remembered how hard it had been for him to trust them, to let them see him for who he really was. Looking back over the rough times he realized they'd also let him see them for who they were. He sighed as he heard voices from the patio and wondered what it was about the life of a debutante that had held him in rapture during his earlier years. Taking a deep breath he strode outside into the moonlit night and watched as Reginald held his mother in a tight embrace. His mother's eyes opened and she released her fiancé and hurried towards him, putting her hands on his shoulder and placing a quick kiss on each cheek.

"Ezra, Dahling, how is Chris?" she asked softly.

"He'll be fine, Mothah. Marie sent him a couple of Tylenol and her special salve for his back," the conman explained, accepting a crystal goblet of amber colored liquid from his host.

"I don't understand how a full grown man can possibly indulge in such childishness," Thibideu's words were filled with disdain as he looked out over his property.

"Perhaps if you tried it yourself you would understand," Standish said, angered by the man's statement.

"I have no inclination to go for a swing. Perhaps it is for the best that it broke. Maybe now the children will stay away from that area of the gardens," the Frenchman hissed.

"I believe Chris and I are going to rebuild the swing for Lily and Francois. They seemed to enjoy the activity."

"I will not allow you to put the swing back. Perhaps Marie will let her children go back home with their father if they have nothing to keep them occupied here!"

"You would separate the children from their mothah?" Standish spat angrily.

"If I..."

"Come, come, you two," Maude said, taking each man by the arm in an effort to ease the mounting tension she between them."I believe we have bettah things to discuss than a broken swing and someone else's children."

"Ah, you are so right, Maude, I am sorry, Ezra. I did not mean to sound so hateful of children. You must understand that I have never had an opportunity to raise one of my own. Please forgive me and feel free to put the swing back for Lily and Francois. I will see that you have the supplies needed. In fact, perhaps it would be best if I hire a man to come put in a full set for them. What do you think, Maude?"

"I think that is a mahvellous ideah. I do abhor the thought of these gifted hands..." She reached out and took her son's hands in her own and smiled at him. "...doing menial labor."

"Mothah..."

"Ezra, Dahling, Chris has already been injured... surely you would want to save him the possibility of further damage?"

"Chris enjoys working with his hands and I am actually looking forward to helping him."

"Ezra, we are going to be so busy over the next two days what with wedding rehearsals and the pre-wedding dinner tomorrow night. There will be little or no time for you to replace the swing. In fact it looks like the next few days will be a demanding time for all of us. Surely you would not wish to deprive Lily and Francois of their favorite activity?" the woman asked.

"I... no... I guess not," the gambler answered, his gaze steady as he watched his mother's prospective husband. Something about this man unhinged him and he knew Larabee had felt the same thing.

"Then it's settled. I'll have Miles send for the handyman first thing in the morning," Thibideu assured him as he settled into one of the comfortable patio lounge chairs. He knew he had just been handed the perfect way to keep in touch with Alain Boucher. All they needed was to find one of his men with even a slight idea how to build a swing. The man wouldn't even need to know precisely what to do. Just enough to make it look as if he was doing the job he'd been hired for. He smiled as he sipped his brandy and missed the look that flashed through the set green eyes that continued to watch him.

"Mothah, I believe I'll say goodnight..."

"So soon? Menial labor is having an adverse effect on you, Deah Boy. There was a time when you could stay up until the small hours of the morning," the woman admonished.

"Yes, Mothah, but as you so eloquently expounded... we have some very busy days coming. Perhaps it would be a good ideah for you to turn in as well," the gambler suggested.

"Perhaps, but for now I shall enjoy the evening stars with Reginald. See you in the morning." She kissed his cheek and sighed in contentment at having her son so close. She knew she'd neglected her duties as a mother, but she loved her son with all her heart and wanted only the best for him.

"Goodnight, Mothah. Reginald."

"Goodnight, Ezra. Thank you for being here for Maude."

"I will do anything to make her happy," he told the older man. Except give up my job and my family, he thought as he walked back into the house.

Ezra walked hurriedly up the stairs and eased open Larabee's door. The bright moon shone through the partially open door, illuminating the flash of blond hair peeking out from under the sheet. The blond was turned slightly on his side and the gambler knew he was sleeping. He closed the door quietly and made his way to his own room. He entered and closed the door behind him, leaning heavily on it before gathering his resolve and making his way to his own bed. Again his mind wandered to the man his mother was marrying. Why did he feel so cold when he looked at him? What was it about Reginald Thibideu that sent a chill through him? Was he jealous that another man, a virtual stranger, could capture his mother's attention when he'd tried all his life to make her stand up and take notice of who he was? He shook his head and realized, jealousy was something he didn't feel right now. What he was feeling was fear... fear that his mother was getting into something that was way over her head. He needed to find out why the Frenchman affected him in such a way, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

Ezra stood up and stripped off his clothing before heading towards the spacious bathroom. He smiled at the idea of soaking in the Jacuzzi style tub and turned the nozzles until the water was as hot as his body could stand. He stepped into the tub and eased back against the built in cushions, twisting the dial until the foam jets kicked in and the water massaged his lean body. It cascaded over his well muscled thighs, slowly making it's way over his groin and flat stomach, until it reached his nipples. The tub was deeper than normal and he let the water run until it covered his shoulders before turning the nozzles off. Taking a deep sigh he settled back and let the massaging action of the jet sprays work out kinks he hadn't realized were there. He sighed contentedly as he relaxed in the heated water, knowing the coming days would not allow much time for such personal luxuries.

The water had started to cool by the time the conman decided it was time for bed. He turned off the spray and released the plug before reaching for the nozzles once more, and let the water run over him in a soft spray. He reached for the shampoo and placed a small amount in his hand before running his fingers through his hair and massaging his temples. Ezra stood under the spray and let the water wash over him once more before reaching for the fresh bottle of body wash hanging from the shower caddy. The fragrance of a sea breeze assaulted his senses as he opened the bottle and poured some onto the clean washcloth. The gambler washed his lean body, before again letting the water sluice away the soap foam and watching it run down the drain. Finally finished he turned off the shower, stepped out onto the marble tiled floor, and reached for the soft terry cloth bath sheet hanging on the brass rack.

Ezra knew what it meant to have money and the benefits that came with it. One such thing was the luxury of fresh towels, so soft it felt like a breath of fresh air was caressing you on a quiet summer afternoon. He eased it over his body, drying the tiny glistening beads as they dripped down his upper torso and made a path along his legs. Finally finished he made his way into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Unused to the lush tropical heat he lay on top of the blankets and let the soft breeze touch his skin. Without realizing it Ezra Standish slipped towards sleep, a contented smile on his face, yet a worry in his heart that something was not right in his world.

Chris moaned as he turned onto his side and slid his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat up and rubbed his lower back in an attempt to ease the deep ache he felt there. His bladder protested his position and he knew he needed to get up before he embarrassed himself once more. Taking a deep breath he readied himself for his next move.

"Damn!" he cursed as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. He sighed as he relieved himself, at least until he heard Jackson's voice in his head.

After a blow to the lower back always check for blood. It's a sign that tells you there's something wrong!

"I hear you, Nathan, I hear you!" Chris winced as he opened his eyes and looked into the toilet bowl, relieved when there was no sign of bleeding.

"Just my pride," he whispered, washing his hands and making his way back to his bedroom. Dawn was just cloaking the world in her velvety softness and Chris made his way out onto the terrace. He eased his aching body into the chair and shook his head as Ezra Standish made his way towards him.

"I can see your pride is still bothering you," he said, a wicked smile on his face.

"Just a little," Larabee returned. "Thought you'd still be sleeping."

"Well, I retired earlier than usual and am already past my quota of sleep."

"I take it you weren't enjoying your after dinner aperitifs on the patio?"

"You might say that," Standish said, moving to the rail and looking out over the lightening skyline.

"Something wrong, Ez?"

"I'm not sure, Chris," the conman said, turning his gaze on his boss. "I just don't know what to think of Reginald Thibideu. There's something about the man that grates on my nerves, but I can't figure out what it is. Mothah is usually such a good judge of character, but something tells me she's being conned and there's not much I can do about it!"

"Trust your own instincts, Ezra. I don't like the man much myself. He's not what he's making himself out to be. Do you think you could convince Maude to postpone the wedding until we get a chance to check him out?"

"I doubt it very much, Chris. Mothah seems quite enthralled with his highness," Standish told him.

"Damn, wish there was something we could do to investigate Thibideu. You know, Ez, we could start the ball rolling and call Vin. There's nothing to stop us from finding out more about Reggie and maybe we can convince Maude he's not worthy of her."

"I'd like that, Chris. I'll get the phone," the conman said.

"My cellphone is in my suitcase," Larabee explained, not wanting to use Thibideu's line to make the call. He watched Standish nod and knew the other man understood his reasons for using their own personal line. It didn't take long for his friend to return with the small silver object.

Chris took the cell and began placing a call to his best friend. He knew Tanner would be at the office, but called his cell number just in case. It took a little time for the call to go through and the two worried men waited in silence until the Texan's voice came through loud and clear.

"Damn, Lar'bee, what the hell ya doin' callin' at this hour of the day? Shouldn't ya be sleepin'? Ol' man like ya are needs 'is beauty rest! Ain't it the middle of the night on that tropical paradise yer on while the rest of us are working our asses off ta keep this place runnin'?"

Chris couldn't help smiling at the younger man's teasing voice. "Keep it up, Tanner! I don't feel the least bit guilty. You keep calling me old and you're gonna find yourself with enough paperwork to keep you pinned to that desk you love so much for the next twenty years!"

"Thought PMS was a woman's thing, Chris. Ya sound a mite cranky... maybe ya need a laxative?"

"Shit..."

"That's what a laxative helps with..."

"Vin, I swear..." Larabee couldn't help laughing and he stood up too quickly, forgetting about the injury to his lower back. He gasped as pain shot up his spine and he dropped the phone as he sank back onto his chair. He felt Standish kneel in front of him, but shook his head as tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm okay..." the blond lied, pointing to the phone on the floor as he heard the Texan's worried voice."Tell him... everything's okay?"

"Chris?"

"Dammit, Ez, I'm fine... just tell him..."

Standish picked up the phone and spoke into the small device. "Vin?"

"Ez? Thank God. What's wrong with Chris?"

"Chris is fine..."

"Don't gimme that shit, Ezra! I heard 'im! Hell, the guys heard 'im! What's goin' on?"

"Nothing serious, Vin, I assure you Chris has just injured his pride..."

"Dammit, Ezra, shut up!" Larabee gasped, grabbing the phone from the other man's hand. "Vin, I'm o... okay."

"Sure you are. What happened?"

"I fell. Hurt my back. End of story!" He could hear the Texan explaining things to the others and knew he'd need a cover story for his mishap.

"Nathan, wants to know what happened and what did the doctor say," Tanner's voice sounded slightly amused as well as worried.

"Tell Nathan I fell and landed hard on my..."

"Pride," Standish finished, receiving a glare from the blond.

"...Lower back. There's no blood and I haven't seen a doctor." Again he listened as Tanner relayed his message to the others.

"Nathan says if you're having that much pain you should see one anyway."

"Nathan worries too much... NO! Vin, don't tell him I said that!"

"Yeah, sure. I mean I don't mind bein' a go between..."

"Shut up, Tanner..."

"Damn cranky..."

"Vin!"

"Yes?"

"You done?"

"For now, but..."

"What?" Larabee asked, his patience running thin.

"I want to hear more about your injured pride," the Texan teased.

"Shit... can we get down to the reason for this call now?"

"I guess so," the tracker said, becoming serious at the blond's new tone. "What's going on?"

"I want you to find out everything you can about Reginald Thibideu."

"Isn't he Ezra's soon ta be new daddy?"

"One and the same. Something just doesn't ring true with him. He's up to something. I know he had a brother who was murdered and that's how he got the throne here, but that's about all we can find. I'd like you boys to check him out... see if there's anything we should know about."

"Alright, I'll get the boys on it right away. Are you two gonna be okay there?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Just find out what you can about Reggie, Lyon, and St. Dominique. Make sure you contact only me or Ezra through our cell numbers."

"That serious, Cowboy?"

"Not sure, Vin, just a gut feeling."

"Ah, hell, I hate it when ya get one of those. Ya sure ya don't want us crashin' the weddin'?"

"Not yet, but I'll keep it in mind. Call me as soon as you find out anything."

"I will, Chris. Ya just make sure ya watch yer backs."

"We will..." Larabee said, ending the phone call and handing it back to the gambler.

"Thanks, Chris..."

"We'll make sure nothing happens to your mother, Ezra."

"I know... I just wish we had something tangible to bring to her and make her understand why we're investigating him."

"Maybe the boys will come up with something before the wedding. Until then we watch Reggie and make sure he doesn't do anything he shouldn't." Larabee stood up, groaning as the pain made itself known once more.

"Perhaps we should visit the doctor in Lyons and get you something for the pain," Standish suggested.

"Ezra, I'm..."

"Fine? Really? I'm having problems believing you right now, Chris. Perhaps it would be more convincing if you weren't leaning so heavily on the table and your knuckles weren't so white! Stop being stubborn and let me take you into Lyon to see the doctor. I'm sure he'll be able to give you something better than Tylenol for the pain."

"Ez..."

"Look, Chris..."

"Let me finish... I was just going to say it sounds like a plan to me," Larabee said, wincing with the effort it took to stand upright.

"In the words of Josiah Sanchez... Amen to that! Sit here and I'll ask Marie who we should see in Lyon and arrange for Marcel to take us into town."

"Okay... that'll give us a chance to get the supplies we need to fix the swing."

"Ah, Chris..."

"What?"

"Reginald is hiring someone to put in a complete swing set for the children's pleasure and right now I don't think you could do the handy work yourself anyway."

Chris wanted to argue, but he knew the other man was right. There was no way he'd be able to help with the work involved in putting in a swing set for Lily and Francois. There was something else that bothered him as well... if Standish went into Lyon with him he would miss some of the prenuptial ceremonies. He looked at the conman and spoke softly.

"Ezra, Marcel can drive me into town. You need to stay here and be with your mother."

"We'll be back in plenty of time for that, Chris."

"It could take some time..."

"There are no plans for this morning. Actually there's nothing until two this afternoon when we have the rehearsal. If it looks like we'll be longer than we thought then I'll have Marcel drive me back and then send him for you. I assure you, Chris, there's plenty of time."

"Alright," Larabee said, watching as Standish left the room in search of the information they needed. He didn't want to see a doctor, but truth was his back was stiff and painful right now. The next few days promised to be busy and while not a crucial part of the wedding, he wanted to be there to support the gambler. Without help that would not be possible. He ran his fingers through his hair and cursed himself for not acting his age.

Chris sat in the waiting room of Dr. Phillipe Robichaux. The man's main office was connected to the Lyon Mercy Hospital and the blond knew he'd probably end up going for x-rays. He listened as Ezra carried on a conversation with the petite nurse standing beside the desk. Her name was Antoinette Devereux and her auburn hair framed a pretty face. He closed his eyes, waiting for his name to be called and listening as Ezra held the woman enthralled.

"Are you sure you're talking to me?" Antoinette asked, surprised at how easily she could talk to this man. She'd always been on the shy side and seldom dated, but since entering the office, Ezra Standish had put her at ease and shown her what a southern gentleman could be like.

"Yes, Miss Devereux. I believe it has been many years since I've witnessed such loveliness. I would really appreciate the chance to see you in a more relaxing atmosphere."

"How long will you be in Lyon?"

"We are here for my mothah's wedding."

"Wedding... your mother... she is marrying Reginald Thibideu?" the pretty nurse asked softly, her eyes nervously darting left to right.

"Yes, she is..."

Larabee sat up a little straighter when he heard the difference in the woman's tone. He watched as Standish continued to talk to her, hoping the conman hadn't missed the subtle change. One look at his friend told him he hadn't missed it, so he settled back in the chair and closed his eyes.

"The nuptials take place tomorrow at two. Would you like to come as my guest?"

"No... I can't."

"Antoinette, is something wrong?"

"No... no... not really. Just watch out for her. Things are not always as they seem," the young woman advised him. She looked towards the desk as the secretary told her the doctor could see Chris Larabee now.

"Mr. Larabee, Dr. Robichaux will see you now. Come this way," Devereux explained, her eyes filled with sympathy as the lean man struggled to a standing position.

"Thank you," the blond said as Standish grabbed hold of his arm and supported him into the small examination room at the back of the main office.

"Mr. Larabee, would you take off your pants and shirt and put this on, please? The ties go in the back," the nurse explained.

Chris couldn't help smiling as the woman handed him a typical hospital gown. One he'd seen many times in his life, the only thing that ever changed was the color and the size.

"Need some help, Chris?" Standish asked once the nurse left.

"You want to keep your job, Ezra?"

"Point made and taken, Mr. Larabee. I'll be outside the door should you require my assistance."

Chris waited for the younger man to leave before removing the necessary articles of clothing and easing back on the examination table. He felt cold and reached for the thin sheet at the foot of the bed as a knock sounded on the door and an elderly man entered the room.

"Mr. Larabee?"

"Yes, Sir," the blond answered.

"I'm Dr. Robichaux. Your chart says you fell and hurt your back. How did you fall?"

"Ah, well, you see..."

"I assure you I've heard a lot of stories and I'm certain yours is no different than many others," the man said, dark blue eyes looking over the top of horn rimmed glasses.

"Well," Larabee smiled sheepishly."I went for a swing."

"Okay, so how did going for a swing cause you to fall?"

"The rope broke," the blond answered simply.

"Ouch. Bet that knocked the wind out of you as well," The silver haired man laughed, but not with contempt.

"Yeah," the injured man answered, liking the man instantly.

"What did you land on? Rocks? Grass?"

"Grass."

"Any bumps or mounds on the lawn?"

"No... least I don't think so. Just landed harder than I thought."

"Grown men don't usually go for a swing..."

"I know, Doc, but..."

"I'm not chastising you, Mr. Larabee. In fact if more adults did things like swing or slide or anything from their childhood I think we'd have a lot less stressed out individuals in this world. I would advise that they make sure the swing is strong enough to hold them first though."

"Point made," Larabee said, grinning slightly as he tried to move on the bed.

"Very well. Now how long ago did this happen?"

"Last night, somewhere around seven."

"Alright, well let's take a look. Can you turn over on your stomach for me?"

"Think... so," the blond groaned as he turned his body over on the narrow bed. He felt the doctor ease the thin sheet down and open the gown. Cold fingers gently probed his lower back and Chris held his breath as the pain intensified.

"You've got some major bruising here, probably pretty deep too. Are you passing any blood?"

"No."

"That's a positive sign. Any burning or pain?"

"Burning no... pain a little..."

"A little?" the man pressed deeply on the outer edges of the mottled flesh as if to prove a point.

"Ah..." Larabee cried out, clenching his fingers in the pillow under his head.

"Sorry, I think we're going need a couple of x-rays just to be sure nothing's broken or chipped here. The fact that you're able to move around tells me there's nothing too serious going on, but I'd rather be sure. Just lie there while I get things set up with the techs at the hospital."

"How long will this take?"

"It depends on how busy they are. Could be a few minutes or even a couple of hours. Don't bother getting dressed as you'll just have to change again anyway. I'll have Antoinette bring you something for pain and then we'll get you onto a gurney and bring you to a room in the ER."

"Hell, Doc, I don't need anything--"

"Maybe not at the moment, but when they start moving you around and taking x-rays it's gonna really feel like hell. Now just hang on and we'll get things rolling."

The blond muttered his thanks and lay as still as possible. Robichaux's probing had indeed set off the pain in his back and he didn't want it to get worse.

"Chris, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Ez... come on in."

"What did the doctor have to say?"

"He said he thinks it's probably just deep bruising, but he wants x-rays to make sure. What time is it?" Larabee asked, relaxing his head on his arms.

"It's nearly eleven thirty."

"Damn. Alright Ezra. You go on back to the villa and send Marcel back for me."

"There's still time--"

"The doctor said it could take a couple of hours with x-rays... go Ezra."

"Mr. Larabee, I've got something here to help with the pain," Antoinette said, entering the room and smiling at the handsome men.

Chris saw the syringe in her hand and hated the thought of having a shot. "What is it?"

"Morphine," she answered as she readied a site for the injection.

"Right. Ez, get going... your mother needs you there!"

"Alright, Chris, I'll send Marcel back for you."

"Okay." the blond winced as the syringe slid into him and the medication entered his bloodstream.

"That should help. Now just stay where you are until the orderly gets here with the gurney."

"Okay," the blond answered and closed his eyes. He could feel Standish hovering at the door and a small smile formed on his face. "Get out of here, Ezra. I don't need to face Maude's wrath right now."

"I'm going, Chris," the conman said, shaking his head as he left the blond alone.

Marcel Ormond stood before the desk of General Alain Boucher, his hands clasped behind his back as he waited for the older man to speak. He knew he had good reason not to be in full uniform, but he still felt unnerved being in this man's presence in civilian clothes. He was somewhat relieved when the man stood up and walked to the window. Boucher was a cruel soldier and often times disciplined his men for the slightest mistakes.

"So the wedding is tomorrow at two?"

"Yes, General."

"Did he say how many of my men he wanted there?"

"He suggested at least two dozen, not including the ones who are to assassinate..."

"Yes, yes... I know. Two dozen. I leave it to you to choose your men, Captain. Make sure they are not squeamish, for I am certain there will be much blood spilled tomorrow."

"I have already chosen the men who are to be at the villa. They will be there as waiters and servants to help with the extra guests."

"Well done. Make sure they know they are to wait until after they are pronounced husband and wife."

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you assigned anyone to take out Larabee and Standish?"

"I chose Coutre and Dechant. They are the best sharpshooters we have. They will make sure the two men are dead."

"Excellent. Once this is over it will be up to you to go into the mountains, get that sonofabitch and burn him out if you have too."

"Understood, General."

"Very well, get back to the hospital before they miss you!" the older man ordered and was pleased when Ormond snapped a perfect salute in his direction. "You will go far, Marcel!"

"Thank you, Sir!" the soldier said, smiling inwardly as he hurried from the minister's office.

Ezra sat back in the car, his eyes closed as Marcel drove out of Lyon. His thoughts shifted to the man he was leaving behind at the hospital. Chris Larabee had indeed showed over and over what kind of man he was. In the time he'd worked for The Firm, Ezra had become more and more inclined to care for these men. No matter how hard he'd tried to keep his distance, the others whittled away at his resolve until the conman had no desire to fight his own feelings. Family mattered, and that's all that counted anymore. He sighed heavily, wondering what it was about the man who was about to marry his mother that made his skin crawl. He would have to find out what it was, before Maude was hurt. He gazed out the window, looking up at the mountains, wondering at the dangerous beauty of nature.

Chris dozed on and off with the help of the morphine. The orderlies had helped him onto the gurney and taken him to the room in the ER. Although not fully awake, Larabee knew the small hospital was fairly well equipped. Robichaux seemed to know what he was doing, but the blond was still uncomfortable and wished Midland was here.

"Mr. Larabee?"

Chris opened his eyes and looked at the young man who entered his room. "Yes."

"I'm here to take you for your x-ray."

"Okay," the injured man agreed, trying to sit up in the bed.

"Just lie still. Dr. Robichaux didn't want you moving around too much. I can take you down there on this gurney. So just relax and enjoy the ride."

"It's a hospital," Larabee said with a grin as the orderly checked his chart and wristband. "Never enjoy these rides."

"I know what you mean," the young man said, moving the stretcher out of the room.

Maude looked out over the gardens, smiling as preparations for her wedding continued ahead of schedule. She couldn't believe her dream was about to come true with an added bonus. Somehow she'd never thought of marrying a man she loved. Yet here she was acting like a schoolgirl on her first date, marrying a man she deeply cared for who also had stature and wealth. The fact that this man was a king also added to Reginald Thibideu's charms. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Miles Benoit standing in the doorway.

"Madame wanted to be informed of her son's return," the butler said formally.

"Oui, I did, thank you, Miles. Would you have him and Mr. Larabee join me out here on the patio and have Marie serve a light lunch."

"Oui, Madame. I will see to it."

Maude turned her attention back to the activity before her, smiling as again her mind wandered to the next day's events. The weather promised to be glorious, sunny and hot with a slight breeze coming in off the ocean. A picture perfect day for her marriage into royalty. She spotted Marie's children playing at the back of the property and instantly her mind conjured up an image of her own son at Francois' age.

Ezra had always been a small boy, and she knew he'd been teased about it in the numerous boarding schools she'd sent him to. She'd managed to give him a formal education, but still lacked the normal motherly instincts that would've wanted her child with her. She regretted the lost time, but not the man her son had become. He was stronger than she'd ever thought possible and she knew most of that came from becoming part of Larabee's team. Somehow the six men her son worked with had instilled a sense of family and loyalty into him that she'd been unable to do. She felt moisture in her eyes, but refused to let the tears fall.

"Mothah."

"Ezra, I'm so glad you have returned. Where is your friend? Is he okay?"

"Dr. Robichaux wanted to do some x-rays before he released Chris. It's just a precaution and he's sure there's nothing seriously wrong."

"He is a good physician, Ezra, and he is always cautious. Chris is in good hands and I am so glad you returned. We have so many preparations to finish."

"That's why I'm here, Mothah. Chris insisted I leave him and have Marcel return to Lyon after he dropped me off. So where is your betrothed."

"He is in his office finishing the final arrangements. He will be joining us when Fathah Pelletier arrives. Marie is bringing refreshments for us while we wait."

"That sounds wonderful, Mothah. I am famished." Standish smiled at the woman who'd given birth to him and realized they got along far better since he'd stood up to her when joining The Firm. His life was truly his own now and not run by his debutante craving mother. He didn't regret his childhood, or his adolescence, but he now understood what true family meant.

Jacob Quelle waited under the overhang to the south of Thibideu's villa. He knew Marie would meet him here at the earliest opportunity. He'd sent word through Miles Benoit that he'd be waiting for her at their usual spot and knew the butler would ensure she understood. The older man did not like his employer very much, and trusted him even less. Benoit had served the Thibideu family for over twenty years and had never before felt such disloyalty to the man who headed the Royal family of St. Dominique. He often wondered why Royalty was granted such rights. It seemed to him a throne should be earned, not inherited, and he knew Charles Legros would be a much better choice to lead his country than Reginald Thibideu, but such was not the way of things. He looked towards the unmarked trail and smiled as the woman he loved entered the small sanctuary. He pulled her into his arms, oblivious of the danger surrounding them. He kissed her soundly before releasing her and holding her at arms length. The years she'd worked for Thibideu showed on her face, yet to Jacob Quelle she was far more beautiful than the well paid models he'd seen on TV.

"Ah, cheri, I have missed holding you so much."

"I miss you too, Jacob. You are looking well."

"Mountain life agrees with me, but I would give it all up to be with you, Lily, and Francois."

"Is Charles any closer to gathering the evidence to convict Thibideu of his brother's murder?"

"Non, there's nothing to tie Reginald to his brother's death, at least not yet. He will not give up, cheri, and neither will I. We just have to give it time."

"I know, Jacob, but I don't know how much longer I can stay under that roof knowing a murderer is giving the orders."

"That is another reason I wanted to see you. How would you feel about leaving the villa and coming to the mountains."

She looked deep into his dark brown eyes and saw the worry in them, before she laid her head against his strong shoulders once more. She knew he worried about her and their children and wished she could leave now, but there were things she needed to do. Sometimes she wished her sense of loyalty would leave her, but that was not to be. She would do whatever she could to help her country become strong as it was under Nicholas Thibideu.

"I can't leave yet, Jacob. I have to see this through for Lily and Francois. I want St. Dominique to be a country they can be proud of. I want Lyon to be a safe place for them to grow up and marry and have a family of their own. That will not happen under that ignorant bastard!" she cursed, remembering the way the older man treated her and the children before Maude Standish came to live at the Villa.

"I understand, Marie, but I still have misgivings about you staying with that animal. Now, what of Lily and Francois? Is there any way for you to bring them to me? I don't trust Thibideu and I don't like the idea of them being present at the wedding tomorrow."

"I don't want them at the villa any longer either, but Francois and Lily are stubborn and independent. They may not wish to leave."

"They take after their mother," Jacob said, holding her tight against his hardened body once more. "I'm sure you can persuade them that it is time to come see their Papa, non?"

"Oui, Jacob, I believe I can do that."

"Now, what of the two guests? Are they trustworthy?"

"I have not had much chance to speak to either of them. The woman's son seems very friendly, although stiff when it comes to speaking with servants. The other man was hurt while swinging with our children," she said, smiling at the thought of the grown man on the children's playthings.

"How badly?"

"I do not know. He was taken into town this morning and has not yet returned. The rehearsal ceremony will be starting shortly and I must be there to make sure the meal is prepared. I will have Miles bring the children here later tonight. Keep them safe, Jacob. I cannot bear the thought of something happening to them."

"I will, cheri. Keep the faith that soon we shall all be together as a family once more."

"Give my love to Charles and tell him to be careful."

"Of course."

"Jacob, I have a feeling something will happen at the wedding ceremony tomorrow afternoon. I don't think Thibideu will let his new wife live after she is formally pronounced his spouse."

"You're not suggesting he would kill her in plain view?"

"Non, but it would not surprise me if he chose to have her assassinated before they consummated their vows. He is in need of her money, but he will not keep her around to find out what he's done to our country."

"Perhaps it would be better for you to come with Lily and Francois. I prefer you not to be there should all hell break loose."

"We've been through this, Jacob, I cannot leave yet. Too much is riding on our being able to prove that Reginald is not only a thief, but a murderer as well."

"We could find another way," he suggested hopefully.

"There is no time. We can't allow him to kill anymore. If he gets his way and has her money he could simply arrange to have his enemies including Charles and y... you arrested and thrown in jail... or simply have you executed as enemies of the state."

"Have you so little faith in your husband and brother?"

"Non, I have faith in both of you, but sometimes you jump in with both eyes closed and damn the consequences. I am safe and Miles is there should I need him."

"Miles is a good man, cheri, but he is not your husband..."

"Ah, oui, but he would protect me and our children with his life."

"I know, go back and send our treasures to me and make sure their mother stays out of harms way. Perhaps we shall find a way to crash that wedding ceremony tomorrow and find the evidence we need on his highness."

"Just be careful," Marie told her husband, kissing him once more before taking her leave of him.

I am not the one who needs to be careful, mon cher, he thought as he watched the woman he loved hurry away.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed as the physician entered his room. He smiled sheepishly as the man frowned at him, knowing the orders were that he lie down and wait for the results of the tests and x-rays.

"Hi, Doc."

"Are you always this stubborn, Mr. Larabee?"

"Ah... yes, sort of goes with the profession," the blond answered honestly.

"I see, well, I've just had a look at your x-rays and it's as I suspected. Nothing's broken but you've got deep bruising and some swelling. What you need to do is take it easy and allow this to heal. That means bed rest and no extraneous activities."

"Hell, Doc, I'm attending a wedding tomorrow."

"Well, just make sure you don't do any dancing and stay away if anyone mentions doing the limbo."

Larabee couldn't help laughing at the doctor's orders. Doing the limbo was one of the furthest things from his mind. He shifted a little on the bed, feeling a draft at the opening of the hospital gown.

"I won't, Doc."

"Good, now tell me how much pain you're in right now."

"It's fine..." Chris smiled as the older man rolled his eyes. "Okay, I can see you're as bad as Dr. Midland. She seems to know the answer before she asks the questions as well."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"It's not as bad as it was," the blond answered.

"So the shot helped?"

"Yes."

"Good, I'll have Antoinette give you another one before you leave."

"I don't--"

"Mr. Larabee, are you going back to the villa?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I can assure you it'll be a very uncomfortable ride without a little relief. I've poked and prodded you and the x-ray techs have probably moved you around and also added to your discomfort. Do you deny it?"

"Well..."

"Do you want to be able to go to that wedding tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this will help you get through the day, and believe me you'll probably thank me for this. Now are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"Very good. I'm writing you a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and something to help with the pain. Make sure you take them both when you're supposed to."

"I will."

"Mr. Larabee given what I've heard from you so far I don't think I believe you for a minute. Just make sure you take the anti-inflammatory medications. They'll help with the swelling. Now just stay put for a few minutes until Antoinette gives you the shot. Oh, it will make you sleepy."

"I know," Larabee said, smiling as the doctor left him alone once more. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing his lower back as the nurse entered the room a few minutes later.

"I have your medication here, Mr. Larabee."

"Okay, Antoinette." He held still as she gave him the shot, glad for the respite from the throbbing pain the medication gave him.

"Your friend sent the car back for you. The driver is waiting outside."

"Thank you. Is there something else I can help you with?" he asked, seeing something in her eyes.

"Well, I was curious about Ezra Standish. Is he really what he seems to be?"

"That depends on what you think he is. What did you see when you looked at him?" Larabee asked, wondering at the mutual attraction that seemed to flow between the man and woman. In the short few minutes they'd been talking Standish and Devereux seemed to have found kindred spirits and he didn't want to interfere in the possibility of a romantic interlude for the charming gambler.

"I'm not sure. I just thought maybe you could tell me a little about him, besides the fact that his mother is marrying that... that..."

"I take it you don't think kindly of Ezra's future step father?"

"No... no I don't and I'm not the only one. When Nicholas Thibideu was murdered and his brother took over the throne we all thought he would try and find out who killed him, but there was never a real investigation and Boucher's men have made sure no one else has any way of finding the information to bring the murderer to justice. Ezra's mother may be in danger if she tries to interfere in any of her fiancé's plans."

"Boucher works for Reginald Thibideu?"

"Yes, Thibideu owns all the army except those who have pledged loyalty to Charles Legros." Her eyes darted towards the door as if she'd said more than she should have. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Just tell Ezra to be careful."

"I will, Antoinette, and try not to worry, perhaps things will turn out better than you think," the blond told her.

"I hope so, Mr. Larabee. Now here's your prescription. There's a pharmacy just across the street. They'll fill it right away."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Chris watched as the petite woman left before he slid off the bed. He stood for several seconds, holding tight to the bed as heat rushed to his cheeks.

"Whoa!" he thought as the room spun a little. He waited for the spell to pass before reaching for his clothing and pulling it on. By the time he was dressed he felt better and the annoying pain in his back was again just a minor ache. He walked out of the room, nodded to the staff that had helped him, and finally walked out into the beautiful afternoon sunshine.

"Mr. Larabee, the car is right over here."

Chris blinked away the brightness and smiled at the chauffeur. "Thanks, Marcel, but I need to get a prescription filled first. They tell me there's a place right across the street."

"There is, but may I say you look a little tired. Perhaps you should allow me to have it filled while you wait in the car?"

Larabee thought for several seconds and realized he really was tired. The result of a fairly sleepless night and the morphine Antoinette had given him. He reached into his pocket and handed the prescription and money to cover it to the other man. He reached for the door handle, not surprised when the Ormond opened the door before he was able to manage it. He slid into the cooler interior, grateful for the soft seats and slightly cooler interior.

"Thanks, Marcel."

"You're welcome, Mr. Larabee," the soldier said, turning away from the car before letting a small smile touch his face. You'll be needing more than painkillers when tomorrow comes, he thought as he sprinted across the busy street.