Dieu, merci. Raoul thanked her and hung up. He’d needed to hear that good news, but it still wasn’t enough for him tonight. For once the solitude was killing him and Des might not get back to him for a while.
Unable to stand his own company, he put on his shoes and jacket, then left the house on foot for the nearest bar. He needed something to numb him so he could sleep. Anything at all to help him keep the lid on.
After Crystal left for Breckenridge with Philippe, he’d been in such a black void he’d had no interest in anything except to plunge into his work. That’s when he’d started making monthly phone calls to Philippe. It meant he could hear Crystal’s voice.
The talks with her son managed to keep him from going insane, but, by October, not even those ended up being enough. Finally one of his colleagues told him he needed to take a break, otherwise he would be no good on the mountain.
After his last unsatisfying few words on the phone with Crystal, he’d been on the verge of phoning her back to tell her he was going to fly to Breckenridge to see his nephew. Then his father had fallen ill and that’s when he’d firmed up his decision to go to Colorado and ask her to come back with Philippe.
Though he would never have wished for this scenario, his father’s illness had given Raoul the first legitimate excuse he’d been aching for. Ironically, now that Crystal had come, she and Philippe were still untouchable living in his parents’ home, and he’d never felt more alone in his life.
Walking faster, he approached the Après-ski Mont Blanc that featured a live band that brought in the crowds. Raoul went inside the lounge and made his way past partying tourists to find an empty table.
Before he could find himself a spot to sit, he felt someone pull on his arm. He turned around. It was a sister of one of the new guides he’d hired. She’d come around the office several times dropping unsubtle hints that said she wished he would ask her out. Hell.
“Bonsoir, Monique. You’re looking lovely tonight. How are you?”
The brunette smiled. “I’m better now that I’ve seen you. I had no idea someone like you mixed with a crowd like this. Are you alone?”
He’d thought he’d wanted a drink, but one look in her eyes and he knew he’d been a fool to come in here where he knew he’d be recognized.
“Actually, I was looking for a client wanting to arrange a climb, but don’t see him. I guess I kept him waiting too long, so I’ll have to catch up with him at the hotel. It’s nice to see you again.”
“You don’t have time for one little dance?”
“I’m sorry, but business has to come first.”
She pouted. “That’s what Gerard always says.”
“Your brother’s right. À bientôt, Monique.”
Raoul had no choice but to leave her standing there. Once out in the cold air, he took a long walk before returning to his house and closing up for the night.
He’d just come out of the shower before going to bed when he heard his phone ring. It could be several people on the other end. Maybe the hospital. He prayed there wasn’t an emergency and reached for it. The caller ID indicated it was Des. He clicked on.
“Salut, mon vieux,” he said with utter relief.
“Qué tal, Raoul. From what you didn’t tell me in your message, I figured you didn’t care how late I returned your call.”
“You figured right, as usual. How much time have you got?”
“You know better than to ask me a question like that.”
He threw on his robe and sank down on the side of the bed. “This goes way back.”
“After the hours I’ve leaned on you over the years when things got tough, I’m more than ready to listen to you.”
For the next half hour he unloaded to his good friend. It was therapeutic to finally let out all his anguish and suffering to someone he trusted.
A long silence followed. “Des?” he prompted at last.
“I’ve been thinking, mi gran amigo, and this is what you have to do.” For the next few minutes he laid out what Raoul’s instincts had already been telling him to do. He’d just needed corroboration from the man who was like a second brother to him.
“Jules!” Crystal met him in the hall the next afternoon walking with Vivige, who had her arm hooked through his.
“Isn’t it fantastique?” her sister-in-law cried.
“It certainly is.” Crystal hurried toward them and gave him a hug. “What does the doctor say now?”
“I can go home tomorrow provided everything’s normal.”
“That’s the best news I ever heard.” They walked back into his hospital room. Crystal helped him get settled in the bed.
Vivige kissed her father. “Now that Crystal’s here, I’m going to leave and get some shopping done. I’ll see you home tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. Now you run along and take care of your family while the two of us have a nice visit.”
Once she was out the door, Crystal pulled a chair up to the side of the bed where he was propped. “I like you in that robe.”
“Merci for buying it for me. I appreciated the flowers your parents sent, too.”
“Everyone wants you well, and now you look so much better, I hardly recognize you.”
He reached for her hand and squeezed it. “I wish I could say the same about you.” She gulped. “Don’t take offense, ma fille. You know I’m not talking about your looks. I’m talking about what’s inside here.” He patted his chest. “Tell me about your plans for the future.”
“To take care of Philippe.”
His eyes glinted with unshed tears. “He needs a lot of taking care of like any little boy.”
Crystal nodded. “You’re so right. You ought to know, having raised two yourself.”
He gave her a frank stare. “What else?”
Like Raoul, Jules had a direct way of speaking. Since they weren’t ones to beat around the bush, she wasn’t about to lie to him. “I’m working on some ideas for myself.” Raoul had done so much for her confidence, she could never repay him. “But right now I have a lot of angst over Philippe. He’s had a rough year.”
“That means a doubly rough one for you. I’m sorry.” He patted her hand before letting it go. “If I were to tell you time heals all wounds, I’d be a liar. But over the years I’ve learned time does add perspective, and that makes it possible to pick up again and find joy.”
Crystal was thankful she’d had a certain conversation with Raoul yesterday, or she couldn’t have handled this one. Suddenly Arlette walked in the room. The timing couldn’t have been better.
“The nurse just told me you’re going home in the morning.” She looked at Crystal. “It’s because you came and brought our grandson.”
“That and a lot of prayers.”
“Raoul insisted on flying to Colorado for you. I’m so grateful he followed his instincts.”
Raoul, Raoul.
“I should have come sooner. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Arlette touched Crystal’s cheek. “You weren’t ready to deal with anything until now. We understand.”
Except that they didn’t understand this new agony. How could they? Crystal needed to be alone.