back to Andrea who might or might not be asleep when he returned. He hoped she was still awake since he was eager to see her reaction when she opened her presents.
He couldn’t get back to the château soon enough, and raced up the stairs to the third floor two at a time.
When the housekeeper came in at eight to take away the dinner tray, she brought a small, battery operated radio for Andrea.
“Lance said you were tired. Since this room hasn’t been wired for television, he thought you might like to listen to some music from his transistor,” she explained before setting it on the bedside table.
Lance thought of everything. Had he told the staff she was pregnant? If so, Brigitte was being discreet. She was also amazing. Andrea would give anything to speak French the way the older woman spoke English.
“That was very thoughtful of both of you. By the way, how is Geoff tonight?”
“Doing better than yesterday.”
“I’m relieved to hear it.”
“If you need me, call me on four.”
“I will. Merci.“ It was one of the basic words Andrea had picked up so far.
After a few minutes of playing around with the radio, she found a music station and lay back against the pillow to listen. It was fun to hear songs sung in French, even if she didn’t understand the words.
While she studied the paintings on the walls, she smiled to herself, remembering Lance’s tenderness at the doctor’s.
Deep in thought over the revelations of this day, she lost track of time. When she heard a knock on the door, she was surprised to see that her watch said nine forty-five. The idea that it might be Lance on the other side caused her pulse to speed up.
“Come in.”
Her breath caught the second their eyes met for an intense moment.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
“The truth,” he commanded.
“I honestly feel better. If you want proof, ask Brigitte. She came for my tray and will tell you I ate all my roll and drank half the juice. So far I’ve kept it down.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
After shutting the door, he walked toward her carrying several shopping bags and handed her the smaller one.
“Go ahead and look inside. If it isn’t what you want, I’ll return it.”
Intrigued, Andrea sat up against the carved headboard and reached inside to discover a new camera and film. He’d already been to town for one! She couldn’t believe it.
“You didn’t need to do this,” she said, pulling it out of its box. There were instructions in four languages including English. She examined all the features. “This is perfect, but it’s much more expensive than mine.”
“As long as it works for you, that’s all Tonnerre cares about.”
She laughed gently. “That was very generous of him. Please thank your horse for me, Lance.”
His compelling mouth lifted at one corner. “I’ll be sure to do that.”
“What does his name mean in English? I’m curious.”
“Thunder.”
She smiled. “How apropos.”
He sat down in the chair he’d pulled up earlier and handed her the bigger bag. “This is from me.”
Andrea shook her head. “I can’t accept any more gifts.”
“These aren’t for you. Not exactly.”
Just as he spoke, she saw a rattle entwined in ribbon peeking at her. Letting out a small cry of delight she lifted her head. “What have you done?”
“What any excited father-to-be would do upon hearing the news he’d made his wife pregnant.”
Lance’s words shouldn’t have caused her to tremble, but they did …
To cover her emotions, she reached inside and pulled out box after box wrapped in white paper dotted with adorable little baby faces. Before long she’d opened everything and sat half buried in cuddly newborn outfits and soft blankets.
Beads of tears glistened on her lashes while she looked through the baby book. He’d brought several books in English about becoming a parent. She was so overcome by the gifts, tears spilled from her eyes. Within seconds she was convulsed.
“What’s the matter, Andrea?” his voice rasped. “Have I done something to upset you?”
“Oh, no, Lance—” She lifted her moisture-drenched face to see the deep concern in his eyes. “Anything but. It just hurts to realize Richard won’t be here to do these kinds of things for the baby. He’ll have missed the whole experience, and our child will never know him.
“I can’t believe the timing of everything—” she cried out. “He should be here to help me! It doesn’t seem possible he’s not going to be around to be a father to our baby. How unfair that he was taken before he could experience the joy of even knowing he was going to be a dad.
“I know how I felt when I realized my parents had died and I would grow up never knowing them. It’s so cruel to an innocent child. I don’t want my son or daughter to grow up without their father.”
The tears kept coming. She felt like a bottomless geyser. “Forgive me, Lance. I didn’t mean to fall apart like this in front of you. You’ve been so good to me and have made this day so special.
“Look at all these darling clothes you took the time to purchase. And yet how sad it is that Richard couldn’t have been the one to do it. It’s what he would have wanted to do.” She shook her head. “Why is life so hard?”
Andrea tried to undo the other package he’d put on the bed, but she was having trouble. Lance must have become impatient because he reached over and finished opening the toy he’d bought for her. Out of the box bounced a French poodle. It played a tune but she couldn’t hear it for the radio, so she leaned over to shut it off.
He pushed the button again and the cute white dog jumped out, accompanied by the tune “Alouette.”
She smiled sadly as tears dripped off her chin. “I know that song. It’s probably the only thing I can sing in French.”
“Prove it,” he challenged her in that deep voice of his. She knew he’d said it to try to cheer her up. After all the trouble he’d gone to, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
Andrea shut the lid, then pushed the button once more and sang along. “My accent’s horrible,” she said when she’d finished.
His gaze had narrowed on her mouth. “I found it charming.”
Her heart was pounding too fast. “Lance—You’ve overwhelmed me with these gifts.”
“That was my intention.” He got to his feet. “Now do my father a favor and stay at the château for as long as you like. I understand you want to honor Richard’s memory with this book. I’d like to do all I can to help in order to atone for my sins.”
“You’ve already done that,” she whispered.
His body stiffened. “I’m aware how much you loved your husband. No matter how you deny it, I said and did things to hurt you, unaware of your grief. Let me try to make it up to you.”
For Lance to plead had to be a rare occurrence. Yet the longer she stayed here, the more she would be around Geoff’s arresting son. She didn’t need that complication in her life, especially when she was expecting Richard’s baby.
“Have you told your father I’m pregnant?”
“That’s