Laura to himself. That meant spending a little time with Paul at the pool.
Sure enough his nephew dressed in shorts and a T-shirt was already stretched out on a lounger. His leg had been propped. Raoul dived in the water. When he came out the other end, Paul smiled at him. “Bonjour, mon oncle.”
“Bonjour, mon gamin. Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Yes. I ate out here with Laura.”
They’d been up early. “Where’s your nurse now?”
“She’s bringing me some things from my bedroom.”
“Have you made plans with your friends yet?”
“Nope.”
“How would you and Giles like to go boating with me and Laura today?”
“Cool!” he cried. “She didn’t tell me.”
“It’s my surprise.”
“Hey, Laura,” he called to her as she walked out on the patio carrying some things in her arms. Dressed in her white swimsuit with a French braid fastened to the top of her blond head and those long legs going on forever, she looked so beautiful Raoul almost fell back in the pool. “Uncle Raoul is going to take us out on the cruiser! He said Giles could come with us!”
Other than her eyes turning a more brilliant shade of green, she didn’t react or make up some excuse why they couldn’t go. “As long as it’s okay with your parents, I don’t see why you shouldn’t enjoy a lovely day like this on the water.”
She bent over him. “Here’s your Ipod, your Game Boy, some sunscreen and the album.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How about something for me?” Raoul asked, drawing her attention.
“Breakfast coming right up.” She disappeared before he could stop her.
Paul started poring over a picture album. “Hey, Uncle Raoul? Do you want to see something cool?”
He pulled a chair up by the lounger. “What is it?”
“Some pictures of me and Laura.”
“Bien sur.” Giles must have taken them.
“Maman found them for me last night before I went to bed.”
Found them?
Paul handed over the album. He had it opened to a page with a dozen small photos. They were snapshots, the kind printed years ago. Consumed by curiosity, he studied them.
To his shock he saw Laura in a swimsuit much like the one she was wearing now, but she was a teenager! His mind reeled. The little dark-haired boy she was holding was Paul! In another picture she was dressed in shorts and a blouse while she helped him walk. Still others showed them with Guy and Chantelle on the surf or around a pool.
The blood hammered at his temples. Absolutely stunned, he lifted his head. “Where were these taken, Paul?”
“At the Manhattan Beach Resort Hotel in California,” Laura answered for him. She put the breakfast tray on the little table next to Raoul. “The last summer before I started university, I was a part-time lifeguard and babysitter there.” Her gaze flicked to Paul.
“The manager asked me if I would do a special favor and become the Laroches’ nanny for the ten days they were there at the beach. I took one look at little Paulie as I called you, and my heart melted on the spot.”
“You called me Paulie?” He laughed.
For a moment her gaze met Raoul’s. “I did. You had the most gorgeous brown hair and eyes for a one-year-old. Such smooth olive skin. Chantelle kept you dressed in the cutest little white sunsuits, and you were such a good boy, always smiling. There wasn’t a child around to compare to you. Of course, that’s because your parents are beautiful people inside and out.
“I thought Guy was more handsome than that French movie star Louis Jourdan and your mom was even more stunning than Audrey Hepburn. When you all had to leave for Hawaii, I cried my eyes out.”
Paul smiled up at her. “You did?”
“Yes. For ten days I’d had the time of my life. Your parents begged me to go with all of you. You know how generous your dad is. He said he’d pay for everything, and your mom insisted you wouldn’t be happy without me. They made me feel wonderful, but I couldn’t go. It was time for my classes to start.”
“I wish I could remember.”
She patted his shoulder. “That’s why pictures are so important. Do you know when we went to Disneyland, I pretended you were my little boy? Of course with my coloring no one would believe it, but I always said that when I grew up, I would want a little Paulie of my own. No one else would do.” Her gaze met Raoul’s as her words sank in.
Raoul wondered why she hadn’t had children with her husband and sensed that there was more to her marriage to Theodore Stillman than she was letting on.
“Don’t tell Giles you used to call me Paulie. He’ll tell everybody.”
She kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. It’ll be our secret.”
Paul looked at Raoul. “Promise you won’t tell, either?”
He had to clear the lump in his throat before he could talk. “I swear.”
“Good.” He reached for his Ipod and began listening to his music while he played with his game.
Raoul ate his breakfast and looked through the album, always coming back to the page that revealed a history he’d known nothing about. Laura waited until he’d finished his last roll, then she took his tray to the house. When she returned, he was waiting for her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he ground out.
Her delicately arched brows met in a frown. “I assumed you knew. Don’t you remember the time they went on that long trip?”
“Yes, but I never connected their activities with you.”
“I guess it didn’t occur to them to remind you of it.
Even so, what difference does it make?”
He shot out of the chair. “You know damn well it makes every difference. I thought you were a total stranger!”
“It’s been eleven years. For all intents and purposes, I am. You have every right to want to protect your loved ones, Raoul. Did you tell Chantelle and Guy you had suspicions about me?”
“No.” Raoul had kept his feelings to himself and allowed them to blind his opinions toward Laura.
“That’s too bad. You could have saved yourself some initial grief.”
“Laura,”
