Because We Belong (Because You Are Mine #3)(91)
Author: Beth Kery

He shrugged, wincing slightly, forgetting his injury. “I guess I don’t have any better answer except to say that after that night at Aurore, I feel different. I might have lost you.”

Her throat tightened. “And I might have lost you.”

“Life is fragile. But it’s more than that,” he said, his eyes shining as he looked at her face. “For the first time, I feel that I can beat this. I still want to understand my beginnings better. I still want to understand as much as I can, period. But there’s light in all the darkness Trevor Gaines wrought. There’s Lucien and Kam and who knows how many others, all of us struggling to make a life for ourselves, a good life.”

She nodded, emotion filling her chest. “And there’s you.”

He kissed her hand slowly. Deliberately. “The last thing I wanted was for you to come to Aurore. But once you were there, I realized it was exactly what I needed. I thought the darkness could take you as well as me,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “I should have known nothing could dim your brilliance.”

“Ian,” she whispered, through a throat that felt like she’d swallowed gravel. Her heart squeezed tight when she saw the trace of anxiety flicker in his eyes and she realized he waited. “The answer is the same as it was before and will always be. Yes.”

Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER

Ian, Francesca, Anne, and James stood in a half arc, watching expectantly as two of the Belford staff hung the painting above the fireplace.

“Straight?” one of the young men asked.

“Perfect,” Anne said, her smile radiant. The two men lowered from their prospective ladders and gathered up their equipment.

“Thank you,” James said, and the two painting-hangers turned to vacate the sitting room.

For a moment, the four of them just looked silently at the painting of Belford. Francesca glanced sideways at James’s and Anne’s beaming faces and a wave of happiness went through her. She was particularly proud of the finished product, but she was so thankful James and Anne loved it. Ian noticed how she looked at his grandparents and took her hand in his. She brought his hand in front of her, running her free hand over his knuckles with her fingers. When she brushed his platinum wedding band, a tiny smile flickered across his mouth at her silent gesture.

Her eyes burned with tears. She’d grown extremely emotional lately.

“It’s perfect,” Ian said, his eyes warm, as if he’d understood the strong feeling of love and joy that had swept through her at that moment.

“Absolutely,” James concurred.

“It’s so much better than I’d ever hoped for,” Anne sighed. “You were so right to paint it as if coming out of the blossoming woods. Belford looks like . . .”

“The warm, beautiful home that it is,” Francesca murmured.

“Your home,” Anne said, her glance bouncing between Ian and her. Francesca and Ian’s gazes met again briefly. Now that they were married, they’d agreed to spend their future summers at Belford Hall. This year, however, Francesca had spent the entire spring at Belford, painting the beautiful old home every day without fail. She’d fallen completely in love with the place, seeing it bedecked in all its spring glory. She hated being apart from Ian, even if they did see each other for long weekends and spoke on the phone or videoconferenced several times a day. They’d decided the arrangement was best, however. Francesca wanted to get the painting done and return to Chicago with Ian for good. Ian didn’t want them to be parted at all period, but given that her reasoning for them being apart temporarily was for his grandparents, and only for the duration of six weeks, he’d reluctantly agreed to the plan. He came every Thursday and left on Sunday nights. She was glad they’d done it. James appeared to be the most affected of all of them by Gerard’s betrayal and death six months ago. He seemed frailer as of late. Francesca knew the time with Anne and James at Belford this spring was precious, something to be treasured.

Ian had just arrived this evening for the hanging of the finished painting. He’d been gone for an extra day this time, having spent some time at Aurore with Lucien visiting Kam before he’d arrived at Belford. She’d missed him like sin. Their parting last week had been especially painful, given the unique circumstances. She couldn’t seem to get her fill of looking at him, and he hadn’t stopped touching some part of her since the first moment he arrived.

“Let’s have a drink to toast the painting that piece of wall has been waiting for forever!” James said, his jovial manner elevating Francesca’s good mood even further. He almost seemed like his old self tonight.

The French doors in the sitting room had been thrown open to a mild spring night. It was very pleasant, sitting and chatting with Anne and James with her side pressed tightly against Ian, his arm around her, sipping a lemonade while the sweet smell of honeysuckle wafted in from the garden on the light breeze.

“I can’t believe how bright that young man is,” James said pointedly to Ian after Ian had described some of his visit with Kam at Aurore.

“Absolutely,” Anne concurred. “As brilliant as Lucien and you, in his own right. Does Kam still live in that underground . . . place?” Anne asked delicately, obviously unsure what to call Kam’s subterranean workshop/residence. Anne and James had met Kam while Ian had been in the hospital in France after Gerard had shot him. Kam had looked distinctly uncomfortable when the elderly couple showered him with their gratitude for saving Ian and Francesca’s life. Later, when Ian and Francesca had been married with Anne, James, Lucien, and Elise gathered around them, Kam had mumbled that there wasn’t enough room for him, and insisted upon watching the simple ceremony from the doorway. Francesca had grown quite a fond spot for the terse, brilliant man, and she knew Ian felt the same way.

“No. He’s moved into Aurore. Francesca and I have given it to him.”

James blinked. “That’s generous.”

“Not really,” Ian said mildly. “Trevor Gaines left it to him originally.”

“It’s so odd that Gaines showed any favor to one of the children he sired, isn’t it? When he had no interest in any of the others?” Anne asked, frowning in disapproval as she considered Gaines.

Ian shrugged. “His interest in Kam appears to have been totally practical, although it might have grown into a fondness. Kam disagrees with me on that, but if you ask me, his actions toward Kam are one of the few indications he was a human being versus a monster. Kam lived on the property from the day he was born—his mother was a laundress and maid. When Gaines understood how brilliant Kam was, he hired him on as a kind of helper in his workshop. He eventually formed some sort of attachment to him, although Kam is very pragmatic, and scorns the idea of it being anything remotely similar to fatherly love. Kam was a bright kid, though, in more ways than one. He knew how to get what he wanted out of Gaines. He got Gaines to agree to send him to school in exchange for working for him. And Gaines did, surprisingly enough, even sending him both to college and then to medical school. Kam never finished his cardiology residency, though, and returned to Aurore when his mother became ill.”