“Olivia Jean Jones,” Livy announced solemnly, shifting Boomer to one arm so that she could hold out her hand to Marguerite.
“Hello, dear,” Marguerite murmured, bending to accept the hand. “Do you prefer Olivia or Livy?”
“Livy,” she said at once.
“Then Livy it is,” Marguerite said solemnly, and then straightened and glanced over her shoulder as a tall, good-looking man with auburn hair appeared behind her. Stepping to her son Christian’s side, Marguerite made the introductions, including the dog.
“Ah. That explains why Julius was sent to the kennel,” Christian said wryly, eyeing Boomer. “He’d have eaten him alive.”
“Julius is Marguerite’s dog,” Jeanne Louise explained to Paul as she smiled at her Italian cousin.
“I thought Julius was Marguerite’s life mate?” Paul said with confusion.
“He is. There are two Juliuses,” Christian said with amusement. “One is a dog, and one is my father.”
“Long story,” Jeanne Louise said when Paul glanced her way.
“Christian, you’ve met Justin Bricker, haven’t you?” Marguerite asked now, gesturing to the Enforcer who stood a little back from the group, looking uncomfortable. Anders approached then and she added, “And Anders.”
Christian nodded to the men.
“Now, we should go in. I have sandwiches and snacks waiting, and Caro is eager to meet you all too,” Marguerite announced, turning to lead the way inside.
“Caro?” Paul asked, taking Livy’s hand and slipping his arm around Jeanne Louise’s waist as they followed mother and son into the house.
“Christian’s life mate,” Jeanne Louise explained. “They’re new life mates too. They met in St. Lucia on Julius and Marguerite’s honeymoon.”
“Christian went on his parents’ honeymoon?” Paul asked with amazement as they walked up the hall a few feet behind the others.
“Ah . . . well, not originally. But Marguerite was sure Caro was perfect for Christian so they called and had him fly out to meet her.”
“On their honeymoon?” he asked with a grin.
“The things we’ll do for our children, eh?” Julius asked behind them and Jeanne Louise glanced around to see him coming out of the office door they’d just passed.
“Oh, hello, Uncle Julius,” she murmured and moved back to hug him.
“Hello Jeanie.” Julius Notte squeezed her tight and gave her back a quick rub, then released her to offer his hand to Paul. “And hello to Jeanne’s life mate. Paul, no?”
“No,” he murmured as they shook hands and then said, “I mean, yes. Hello.”
Julius smiled and put an arm around each of them to usher them up the hall. “We know the troubles that have befallen you. Family is important. We do our best for our children. You are welcome here.”
“Thank you,” Paul said sincerely, and Jeanne Louise noticed that he relaxed quite a bit. It was only then she realized how tense he’d been before and understood that he’d been worried about how her relatives would receive him. It was understandable, of course. After all, her father and brother hadn’t been pleased with the whole “kidnapping and using her one turn on Livy” business. But Julius had just said he understood and didn’t hold it against Paul and she tightened the arm she had around her uncle in gratitude. She’d liked her Aunt’s life mate from the start, but every time they met she liked him a little more.
“Oh, nobody told me you were here. I would have come to greet you too.”
Jeanne Louise glanced into the living room they were entering at those startled words and smiled at Christian’s life mate, Caro, as she hopped up from where she’d been curled on the sofa, reading.
Setting the book on the table, the blonde hurried forward to offer Jeanne Louise a hug and be introduced to Paul and Livy and then they all went into the dining room to eat. Jeanne Louise had been worried about their staying here, but Marguerite knew Paul, and Julius, Christian, and Caro were as welcoming as could be. He seemed to fit right into the group. In fact, if anything it was Bricker and Anders who seemed uncomfortable as they had their meal. Jeanne Louise could understand that, they were basically there as babysitters for her and Paul. Not really guests and not really welcome, at least not by her, though Marguerite was as warm and welcoming with them as she was everyone and her husband, son, and daughter-in-law followed suit. Still, Jeanne Louise didn’t think they were necessary, and the Enforcers were short staffed as it was lately. Surely they had better things to do.
She was wondering about that when Anders turned and answered the question for her, saying bluntly, “Yes, we are short staffed, but Lucian wants us to stay until he figures out the way the land lies.”
“Meaning?” she asked with a frown, not liking that turn of phrase.
“I believe Lucian is concerned that you might try to turn Paul despite having used your one turn,” Julius said quietly. “After all, he has a life mate and knows how valuable they are, and that losing them, even to time, is not something easily accepted.”
Jeanne Louise stared at him silently and then sat back in her seat. “So what? You guys are going to live with us for the next forty years or so to make sure I don’t turn him?”
“Jeanie won’t do that,” Paul said solemnly. “I made her promise she wouldn’t.”
Silence reigned around the table briefly, and then Marguerite cleared her throat and stood up. “If everyone is done, I guess I should show you to your rooms. Julius, if you’ll show Anders and Bricker to their room, I’ll show Jeanie and Paul where they’re to stay.”
“Of course.” Julius stood to lead the two men away.
Once they were gone, Marguerite smiled at Jeanne Louise. “Shall we?”
Jeanne Louise forced a smile and stood as well. The expression became more natural, though, when Paul stood up beside her and took her hand in his. He glanced to Livy then and held out his hand, and the girl hopped off her chair, scooped up Boomer from where he’d been sleeping by her feet, caught him under one arm and slipped her free hand into her father’s. They followed Marguerite out of the room as a family.
“Jeanie, Mirabeau is bringing clothes from your apartment, and Paul, Lucian arranged for your and Livy’s things to be gathered and brought as well. They should be here sometime this afternoon,” Marguerite announced as she led them upstairs. “If there’s anything else you need, we can make a trip to your places tomorrow.”
“So we aren’t prisoners?” Jeanne Louise asked dryly.
“What?” Marguerite glanced around with true surprise. “No, of course not. You’re our guests. We’re going to help with Livy while the two of you decide what you want to do. You have a lot of things to work out . . . whether you want to live together or marry. Where you’ll live if you do marry. Where it’s best for Livy to live. If you should move to where she can attend school, or if you want to stay here in Toronto and have her tutored and so on.”
“There’s a place Livy could actually go to school like a normal kid?” Paul asked with surprise.
“Port Henry,” Marguerite said nodding. “It’s relatively immortal-friendly and Lucian’s been working on making it more so, so that our children can have a more normal childhood. Most immortal children have been raised alone over the years with no brothers or sisters in their age range to socialize with. He’s been trying to convince immortals in teaching and other useful fields to move to Port Henry so that our children can attend school with others like themselves and have friends, attend dances, and so on.”
“That would be nice. Where’s Port Henry?” Paul asked with interest.
“On Lake Erie, a little less than an hour the other side of London from where we were staying,” Jeanne Louise answered, wondering if Paul would want to move there for Livy. It would mean giving up her position at Argeneau. Giving up on trying to resolve the problem of her uncle and cousin feeding on bagged blood she’d been working on for so long.
Or not, she thought suddenly. After all, Uncle Victor, her uncle who had the genetic anomaly, was in Port Henry. It might be useful to have him handy to test things on. Paul might even be able to continue his work there if they set up a lab for both of them.
“Here we are.” Marguerite stopped halfway up the hall and opened a door, then gestured them in. As she followed them into the pretty blue room with a king-sized bed and sitting area, she said, “And this door leads into the en suite bath.”
They followed her to peer into the room as she crossed the white and blue bathroom to another door.
“And this leads to Livy’s room,” she announced, thrusting the door open and leading them into a pretty rose-colored room with two double beds. Turning as they followed her in, she smiled at Livy and asked, “What do you think?”
“I got two beds,” Livy said with awe as she entered the room, and then she set Boomer on the floor and whirled to run to her father. Grabbing his hands, she squeezed eagerly and begged, “Can I have Shelly sleep over? We can each have our own bed and everything.”
“Sweetie, I think you’re squeezing your daddy’s hand too tight,” Jeanne Louise said, catching Paul’s pained expression.
“Livy, why don’t we go take Boomer outside?” Marguerite suggested. “He would probably like a run around the yard about now, don’t you think?”
Livy glanced toward her and then released Paul’s hand and ran over to the woman, stopping to scoop up Boomer again on the way.
“Thank you,” Jeanne Louise murmured as her aunt caught Livy’s hand in hers and led her from the room. She then turned to look at Paul’s hand, frowning as she saw the way it was swelling. The girl didn’t know her own strength yet. “We’d better put some ice on that.”
“It’s fine,” Paul said, tugging his hand from hers. “She wants to have a sleepover.”
“Paul, we should really ice your hand,” Jeanne Louise said with a frown.
“She can’t have a sleepover, Jeanie. Shelly is mortal. Livy might get hungry in the night and gnaw on the poor kid.”
Jeanne Louise left his hand for now and glanced at his face. “Paul, she won’t do that. She wasn’t herself when she went after Kirsten. She isn’t going to run around attacking people. She’ll have access to bagged blood when she’s hungry. She won’t go after other children.”
“How can you be sure?” he asked with a frown.
“Because she knows it’s wrong,” she said quietly.
Sighing, Paul nodded and ran his uninjured hand through his hair. “Good. Thank you.”
Jeanne Louise nodded, and then sighed and said, “But you’re right. She can’t have a mortal over for sleepovers. They might see something they shouldn’t.”
“Right,” he said wearily and winced as he unthinkingly ran his injured hand through his hair this time.
“Come on,” Jeanne Louise said firmly. “We’ll put ice on your hand.”
“It’s fine. Don’t fuss,” Paul said, but allowed her to drag him from the room.
P
aul rolled over in bed, reaching automatically for Jeanne Louise, and blinked his eyes open when all he found was empty bed. Cold, empty bed. Frowning, he sat up and glanced around. The room was silent and still, no Jeanne Louise. Grabbing his wristwatch off the bedside table he checked the time, grimacing when he saw that it was just after two in the afternoon. Jeanne Louise shouldn’t be up yet. Stifling a yawn, he slid out of bed and made his way to the en suite bathroom for a shower.
Twenty minutes later Paul was showered, dressed, and had brushed his teeth and hair. Feeling somewhat alive now, he made his way out of his and Jeanne Louise’s room, pausing to look in on Livy as he passed.
“Hmm,” he muttered when he found that his daughter was up and gone too. Both girls were early birds this morning. Shrugging, Paul pulled the door closed and continued downstairs. He glanced in each room as he headed for the kitchen in search of coffee, pausing when he spotted the men of the house all congregated around something in the living room.
“What’s up?” Paul asked, moving into the room.
“The television isn’t working and there’s a big game on in fifteen minutes,” Julius said with irritation.
“Big game?” Paul asked, crossing to join them.
“Soccer,” Christian said, frowning as he pushed buttons on the remote, bringing up screen after screen of static. “Italy’s playing.”
“Hmm.” Paul glanced from the remote to the television screen, but said, “I thought you guys slept during the day?”
“Italy’s playing,” Christian repeated.
“Right,” Paul said with amusement. Apparently, soccer took precedence over sleep. “Do you know where Jeanne Louise and Livy are?”
“They went shopping with Marguerite and Caro,” Christian answered and then gave the remote an irritated shake. “Damn thing.”
“Let me see,” Paul said, taking the remote. The men all turned to him expectantly as he hit menu, then a couple more options before selecting “view signal.” “Huh.”
“What is it?” Julius asked.
“Well, your signal is pretty low, it looks to me like the satellite is misaligned,” he explained. “We had a storm last night, the high winds probably shifted it or something.”
Christian groaned. “We’ll never get a repairman out here before the game starts.”
“You don’t need a repairman,” Paul assured him, handing back the remote. “There are a couple of screws you turn, is all, one for up and down and one for side to side. I can adjust it. Where’s the satellite?”
“On the roof,” Julius said with a frown.
“I’ll do it,” Bricker announced, turning to head out of the room.
“You can’t go out there,” Paul said, catching his arm to stop him. “It’s sunny out. Besides, I know what I’m doing.” Turning back he asked, “Do you have a ladder, Julius? I’ll just climb up and—”
“I don’t need a ladder,” Bricker said, pulling free and continuing out of the room.
Frowning, Paul hurried into the hall after him. “Bricker. It’s sunny out. I can do it without taking damage. You can’t.”
“Jeanne Louise is already pissed at me about Livy. She’d never forgive me if anything happened to you,” the Enforcer said grimly. “I’ll do it.”
“Let him do it,” Julius said, when Paul opened his mouth to argue. “He can hop up there, adjust the satellite and then hop back down. It won’t take a minute.”