“Alex is going, too?”
“Yes.” I took a deep breath. I hadn’t seen him since our trip to the bookstore. It felt like ages and I was eager but also nervous to see him again.
“Lighten up, Sam.” She pushed my shoulder. “I expect an invitation to dinner soon.”
“Pizza party at my place.”
“Sounds perfect.” She hugged me quickly. “I’ve got to run.”
“See you soon.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon going through my e-mails. I was almost through with the list of unread messages when a new one popped in. When I saw the return address I grinned. It was from Bert, probably telling me about something silly Jess had done. I clicked on the icon and almost screamed when I saw the attached pictures.
From: BERT
To: "Sam Rousseau" <PRIVATE>
Subject: Important Question!!
Sam,
I was going to ask you to come with me to look, but since you’re all the way in Lilaria I’m sending you pictures. She’ll kick my ass if I pick the wrong one. What do you think?
Bert
I looked over the picture of rings and chewed on my lip. I was so happy for Jess, but also sad that I wouldn’t be there to listen to her squealing. I looked over the choices carefully, trying to pick out what Jess would and wouldn’t like. I debated for a minute over a couple of settings before responding.
From: Sam Rousseau
To: "BERT"
Subject: RE: Important Question!!
Bert,
It has to be the round-cut; they have the most facets so sparkle the most. And we know how much Jess loves to sparkle!
Congrats! Really happy for you guys.
Sam
I hit the send button and sat there staring at my computer monitor. I wasn’t there, but I had still been able to help Bert. I sent a quick e-mail to Dad with pictures I had snapped with my phone. Looking through the snapshots made me realize how much of the city I had seen. Cathy was right. I needed to stop focusing on the parts that made me miserable and enjoy the good things that came with this new life.
I decided to relax the rest of the night. Chadwick was so busy he hadn’t scheduled me anything after lunch. It was like coming home and having no homework. I made use of the big tub and finished the book I had started on the plane. In fact, I was so engrossed in the book that the water chilled and I had to get out. It was the most peaceful night I had spent in Lilaria and I was grateful for it. I had needed to recharge my batteries. I felt like I had been handing out little pieces of myself to everyone I met and took pictures with. After a while I had begun to feel like a shell of the person I was and having the night off was working wonders.
I fell asleep with the e-reader on my chest and didn’t move the entire night.
Chapter Twenty-Four
America’s Duchess Finally Goes Home
—California Travel Agents’ Association
The next morning was a blur of activity. For the first time since I met Chadwick, he looked flustered. I dutifully wore the dress he had left in my closet and checked the guest room for anything I might have accidently left behind. I packed up my laptop and stuck my e-reader in my bag to carry in the car. It would be a two-hour drive—nothing too long, but not a trip around the corner.
I finished up my breakfast while looking through the local papers. Thankfully some of them were in English. Unfortunately, my picture was on the front page of most of them.
“How can they do this? They just publish whatever they want without checking facts.” I held up the one I was reading. “I’m not pining away for some lover back home.” I set that paper down and picked up the next one. “I’m also not suffering from an eating disorder. Look at this! This one says I refuse to eat and the queen is worried. This other paper has a picture of me stuffing a burger in my mouth and calls me an American slob. Which is it? Am I anorexic or a fatty?”
“Best advice you will ever receive is to not read the papers.” Chadwick opened my closet.
“This is crazy! They just post whatever will sell.” I growled and threw the papers in the trash can next to the desk. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure we haven’t left anything.” He opened the drawers of the nightstand.
“I already checked.” I shook my head. “Are you okay? You seem flustered.”
“I’m fine.” His snappy tone made my eyebrows rise. “No. I’m not. I had a fight last night with my… friend. I apologize. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“We don’t have time.” He sighed. “Are you ready? I believe I saw Alex leaving his mother’s sitting room.”
“Sure.” I pulled my coat on and grabbed my bag. “Chadwick, would you be interested in making this a permanent job? Work for me? I know you’ve been living here, so if you have a life out here and aren’t interested in moving, I get that.” I wrapped my scarf around my neck. “I really would understand, but I’ve gotten used to your brand of nagging.”
“You’re so darling. How could I resist?” Chadwick said.
“So, that’s a yes?”
“I’ve already packed.” He opened the door for me and we made our way to the main entrance.
“What if I hadn’t asked you?”
“It’s my job to be prepared for everything.” He looked down at his clipboard and a terrible thought came to me.
“That’s not why you fought with your friend is it?” He didn’t look up from his notes. “Chadwick, don’t move out there for me. I mean, I want you to move out there for me, but I don’t want you to leave something good behind.”
“I’m happy with my decision, but thank you.” He smiled at me. “Besides, I think we make a good team.”
“I think so, too.” I frowned as we walked a ways. “Maybe… maybe your friend could come with you. I wouldn’t mind, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s incredibly kind of you, but that’s not an option.”
“Oh.” I hated to see my peppy assistant so despondent. “Well, if that changes, the option is open.”
“I appreciate that.” He smiled at me but still looked sad.
“So long as I don’t find you in your underwear drinking milk out of the carton in the middle of the night.”
“What if I pour it in a cup first?” Chadwick was starting to loosen up and I was relieved.
“That’s mildly better. How about we agree on at least pajama pants or a robe with the glass of milk?”
“You do realize that there is an entire suite for me?” He looked over at me with a smile. “I believe in the States they are referred to as a ‘mother-in-law suite.’”
“Still. You might run out of milk and try to swipe mine.”
“Then I believe that’s an acceptable deal as long as it applies to you as well.”
“Hey, it’s my house.” I laughed. “No promises.”
We waited at the entrance for Alex and his assistant. I’d seen him a few times with Alex, an older gentleman who was very proper. While we killed time, I studied the paintings hanging in the entranceway. There was some beautiful work and some of them even looked vaguely familiar.
“Yes, yes. Tell them that I’ll be out there next week.” Alex’s voice reached my ears and my heart thumped. I was starting to feel like a schoolgirl. “I have some things to take care of at D’Lynsal and then I will go to Paris.” I turned to look at him and he smiled. His eyes ran over me like a man in the desert looking at a glass of water. My heart rate sped up and I watched as he made his way to me. He quickly hung up and stuck the phone in his suit pocket. “Are you ready to see your home?”
“Very.” I didn’t even have a joke. I was more than ready to see my place, to find my groove. Not to mention, as usual, the sight of Alex had erased the majority of my vocabulary.
“Then let’s go. Ned, I’ll be riding with the duchess.”
“Of course, sir.” The older man nodded his head.
Alex and I took the second car in the line; the first car was the escort that seemed to go with us everywhere. Chadwick winked at me as he took a spot in the back seat of the front vehicle.
We left with little fanfare except for the ever-present reporters and their cameras. “There are more of them today.”
“You’re going home.” Alex looked over at me. “They’re documenting history.”
“And here I was excited to get somewhere I could drink milk out of the carton while wearing my underwear.”
“You drink milk out of the carton while in your underwear?” Alex laughed.
“You’ve never done that? Gotten up in the middle of the night and wanted a snack?”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t bother to put on my underwear.” He watched my face as his words sank in.
“What do you… oh.” I frowned. “Wouldn’t that be cold?”
“It’s not so bad when you have someone warm to get back to.” His eyes ran over me, lingering on my hose-clad legs.
“Good point.” I looked back out the window as he chuckled.
All in all, the car ride wasn’t that terrible. We spent the majority of the ride discussing my property with the occasional phone call or message interrupting us. I spoke to my dad and was thrilled to hear him sounding more like himself. Patricia was in the background, telling him to ask me for more pictures. I laughed and joked with them while Alex took care of paperwork. It was a pleasant, easy car ride that only seemed odd because neither of us was driving.
As we left the city behind, I enjoyed watching the rolling hills and wooded areas flash by outside the window. Despite the time of year, there was green everywhere. It peeked out from underneath the snow-covered ground and from beneath the frosted branches of trees. We passed small villages and houses that seemed to spring up out of nowhere. There was a lot of farmland and horses. Cathy had been right—while I had enjoyed the city, I loved it out here.
Eventually the driver turned off the main street and took us down a meandering road. Nestled amongst the trees was a clearing filled with houses and shops. People lined the roadway with signs and flowers. My heart swelled with excitement. I was finally here.
People waved as we drove by and I rolled down my window to wave back. The driver seemed to understand that he should take his time because he slowed to a snail’s pace. Alex rolled down his window too and would point out buildings or people from his side. I hadn’t known what to expect—part of me had been waiting for them to all hate me for coming back, or to at least be indifferent, but I never would have expected them to be excited. As we neared what must be the village center, I was surprised to see a small stage and a band playing music. It looked like a holiday celebration.
“Do the children not have school today?” I asked as I waved at a young group.
“The local school closed for your homecoming.” Alex looked over at me in curiosity. “Didn’t Chadwick tell you this morning?”
“He may have mentioned it.” Chadwick must’ve been even more frazzled than I had realized if he had forgotten to tell me about all this. “Am I supposed to speak?”
“That would be a nice gesture.”
“Shit.” I drew the word out and he laughed quietly.
“Unprepared?”
“Guess I’ll have to wing it.” I looked at him with worried eyes. “How do you say thank you again?”
He said the words a couple of times while we waved and I practiced it under my breath. When we pulled around the center, Becca was out of the car ahead of us in a flash and by my door. Chadwick was right behind her, but at a more respectful pace. The cars behind us unloaded Alex’s security detail. We were led to the stage where there was a small podium and several important-looking people. I shook the hand of the woman that was the equivalent of the mayor, but I couldn’t pronounce her official title. Thankfully, she told me to call her Simone. There was a clergyman and several other men who made up the local council, all smiling and bowing.
Alex received bows and thank-yous from everyone. They all seemed to be floating on a high, as if my coming home and Alex’s presence was something to celebrate. It weirded me out. Chadwick handed me some paper while the woman in charge spoke to someone offstage.
“This is a speech I wrote on the way here. I forgot to tell you about all this and I feel terrible.” He shook his head. “But we don’t have time for that right now. Look it over while Simone speaks. It’s short and sweet. I tried to channel you.”
“Sounds good.” I smiled at him, hoping he would understand that I wasn’t angry. Everyone makes mistakes.
I glanced at the speech and tried to memorize the highlights. There was no way I would be able to say it all verbatim. If I tried I’d get tongue-tied.
The reporters who had followed us from the palace set up beside the locals, all waiting to hear what I had to say. Or rather, what Chadwick had written for me to say. Alex’s voice brought my attention up from the notes and I realized he had left the chair next to me and was speaking to the crowd.
“I’m very pleased to be able to bring Samantha Rousseau home and I’m proud to say that she lives up to her family’s reputation. She is sensible, loyal, and intelligent. I have no doubt that Duchess Rousseau will fit in here with all of us. I’m very glad to be able to call her neighbor—and my friend. So, without further ado, I present Samantha, the Duchess of Rousseau, and the real reason we’re all here today.” Alex turned toward me and smiled.
Chadwick cleared his throat and I realized it was my turn to talk. I stood up slowly and brushed at my skirt. The three steps to the podium were the longest three steps of my life. Never before had I worried about tripping and falling so much. Alex held his hand out to me and I shook it in turn. When he pulled me in to kiss my cheeks, I felt my face flush and the sound of whispering and cameras clicking filled my ears.