Duty With Honor Book Five: An Unexpected Pause

by Jordan Bollinger

  He heard her sigh of relief as it came back approved. She handed him the slip to sign, and then hurried the others along as they wrapped things in tissue paper, and packed them into boxes, and then into large shopping bags with handles.

  He had thoroughly enjoyed himself torturing those bitchy young girls, while boosting the older woman's ego, and still managing to procure a small wardrobe for Elizabeth. And that, he told himself, was the most important thing.

  The odd thing was as much money as he'd spent, and as bulky as the things were in their boxes and bags, they weren't that much of a burden. It was funny, but whenever he brought home a new suit, it had a bulk and weight to it. He knew he'd purchased something. But, not women's things. However, he thought, waxing philosophically, that's what made women -- women.

  All the same, he did take a cab to Chartres Street and Jackson Square. And, luckily, Jack must have been watching for him, because he'd never have managed to get himself, and all the packages through the little door, in one of the wooden gates without help.

  *****

  "It's about time you got back," Jack exclaimed, as he took several of the bags from Drew.

  "Why? Is everything all right? Is Beth okay?"

  "She's fine. She's off the tubing, eaten her breakfast, and even made a trip to the bathroom."

  "Alone!"

  "Just relax. I helped to the door and waited, and helped her back to bed."

  "Sorry, Jack. I just don't want anything to happen to her now."

  "Well, I've got a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. Why don't we leave this stuff at the top of the stairs and have a cup. I'm pretty sure she's taking a nap."

  They piled Drew's purchases at the bottom of the stairs to the third floor and went back to the kitchen. Once they both were sitting at the kitchen table with mugs of hot coffee, Jack cleared his throat and said, "Listen, since everything is under control, I really want to get back to Washington."

  Andrew's face fell. "Oh..."

  "What's the matter?" Jack asked. He took a large gulp of coffee and added, "I'm just a third wheel here. You two need to be alone for a while. I think she's ready to talk. Just don't corner her. Let her take the lead. Okay?"

  "I want to be alone with her. But, I'm just worried that if you disappear, she's going to feel I've trapped her."

  "She won't. I already told her I needed to get back. So she knows you haven't banished me, or trapped her. Just take my advice and let her take the lead. And, don't rush her. Listen to her. She really loves New Orleans. I think that's your 'in'. Let her show you around a bit."

  "That's actually not a bad idea. But, do you think it's all right for her to be out -- to be seen?"

  "Yes..." Jack answered, "within reason. Ruth sent me a copy of her British passport and driver's license. So, when you all decide to move on, you don't have to worry about credentials. But, they're just her civilian passport -- if you get me. She also sent me a similar set for you. So don't forget and take weapons on a commercial flight. When you decide to fly home or on to San Diego, or wherever, you're just a married couple on a vacation. Got it?"

  "Yes, I understand. But, what I meant was, do you think it's safe for her? I mean, someone was after her, and didn't care how many women they killed to get her."

  "Well, I'm hoping whoever killed our prostitute and all the others thinks they've finally succeeded in killing Beth. After all, that purse they found wrapped around the body had all Liz's IDs in it.

  "However, with that said, I would remain alert and watchful. We still don't know who was after her, or why. But, I'd let that slide for the time being. You two need to work on your relationship without sleuthing."

  "But--"

  "No buts, Andy. This rift between you has gone on long enough. I think she's ready to talk about everything. So, just let this city work its magic on the two of you."

  "All right. I'll try."

  "Excellent! Now, I hope you bought something she can wear out for dinner, because I've made you a reservation at one of my personal favorites -- Commander's Palace. But, it's not in the Quarter, so I'd go down to Canal Street and catch a cab. Come back the same way. Although, I'm sure she'd enjoy a leisurely drive around the Garden District on the way to dinner."

  "Do you think that's a good idea?"

  "I'm pretty sure Liz is well enough, as long as you take your time."

  "How dressy is this place?" Drew asked. "I bought her a cocktail dress. But, I don't have a dinner jacket."

  "A sport jacket is fine. Although it's a tourist spot, it is higher end. So, don't embarrass me. I have friends in this city. Besides, I know you. You wouldn't go anywhere without wearing a jacket," Jack said, grinning.

  "Now, I dropped a lot of names, and called in a lot of favors, and I got you in at the chef's table."

  "That sounds nice," Andrew said.

  "Nice! There's over a year's wait. Luckily, I knew the people who had tonight. I promised them I'd get them into some snooty restaurant the next time they're in Washington. But, I had to book it for four, so make up a tall tale -- after you're sitting in the kitchen -- about the other couple having been called away because of an emergency."

  "Ah, and what is this going to cost me?" Drew asked, with a smile.

  "About $500, with the wine tasting. But, you have the money, and I guarantee it will be worth it.

  "Besides, it's the perfect place for you two to begin rebuilding. You're alone -- but you're not."

  Andrew gave up and shrugged. There was a certain logic to Jack's idea.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  "You know, this city really is unique. I've always heard this place was filled with, what the travel agents call 'old world charm,' but it really is," Andrew said, as their cab wove its way through the Garden District, on their way to the restaurant.

  Beth had surprised him, instead of fussing with him about spending money, she oohed and ahhed at each item as it emerged from its tissue paper cocoon.

  He'd been a tad concerned over the cocktail dress. He'd never say anything to her, but since the pregnancy, she did have the teeniest bit of a tummy. He'd done his best to find a sleek and sexy dress that still was a little forgiving around the middle.

  But it fit her perfectly. And, it looked wonderful on her. Even the shoes and bras fit well. All in all, he told himself, not a bad day's work.

  "Elizabeth," Andrew said, taking her hand in one of his, "I brought these, hoping you would wear them again." Then he pulled a jeweler's box from his jacket pocket, popped it open, and presented it to her. It held her engagement ring and both of their wedding rings.

  "I didn't leave them because I didn't want to be married, or even didn't want to wear them. I just didn't think I should have them with me. That's why I left them at Richard's."

  "I understand, Sweetheart. But, we're together here, in this magical place. So, I thought that..."

  Yes," she whispered to him, "I would very much like to." She held out her left hand so he could slip them onto her finger. Then, she surprised him by taking the remaining ring from the box and placed it on his ring finger.

  They both just looked at each other's hands and then into each other's eyes. But, neither one of them spoke. Instead, they turned and stared out their respective car windows, looking at all the beautiful, little dollhouse homes, surrounded by lush gardens and wrought iron fences.

  Once again, they'd been unable to figure out how to move forward -- what to say to one another.

  "You know," Beth said eventually to him, breaking into his thoughts, "if I had to, I don't think I could choose a house here. They're all so beautiful. Each one has its own special magic."

  "Would you like a home here, Beth?" Drew asked her. "Is that something you might like -- sometime in the future?"

  "No, I don't think so. But, I would like to come back another time. Maybe with Richard and the children."

  "We can do that. But, I think you'd like to visit again with Jack, as well. I hadn't realized it, but he went to college he
re -- graduated from Tulane."

  "I know. Ruth told me," Elizabeth answered. After a moment, she added, "I can't believe Jack wrangled a reservation at the Chef's Table at Commander's Palace. I love that place. I don't want even to think what he did to get us in."

  "Well, all I know is I've been instructed, in no uncertain terms, to apologize profusely -- only after we're seated -- and lie through my teeth, and tell them that he and his date had an emergency. Apparently, they only book the Chef's Table for four...so go along with me, all right?"

  "All right."

  However, when they arrived at the landmark restaurant, they discovered Jack, in an apparent fit of remorse, had called and confessed that there would only be two for the Chef's Table. In fact, he'd prepaid for the four tasting dinners -- leaving Andrew to only have to deal with the aperitifs, the wine pairings, and the tip.

  Drew also got the impression that once again, Jack had spun some tall tale about them, because Beth commented on how especially attentive the staff was -- even for Commander's Palace. Hopefully, the ambiance, exceptional food, and assortment of wines would help Beth remain calm and open up a bit.

  Soon they were seated at the little chef's table in the restaurant kitchen, where they could not only see their chef prepare some of their food, but enjoy the well-choreographed ballet the rest of the kitchen staff and waiters preformed, as well.

  After a few minutes, Andrew did choose caution over discretion and, whispered, "I want you to enjoy yourself. However..."

  Beth smiled at him and finished his sentence, "I've been ill, and need to be careful about how much I eat and drink. I know."

  "Well," Andrew answered, "yes. Because, I hoped you'd show me around the Quarter tomorrow. If you feel up to it, of course."

  "I'll feel up to it. We can begin with the museums on either side of the cathedral. They're so close, that if I should begin to poop out, I'm sure we can get back to the apartment before I collapse -- because, remember, most of the streets are blocked off. Which means no taxis."

  "I remember. Now," Andrew said, as he leaned towards her, "what would you like to drink?"

  Elizabeth gave out a long, exaggerated sigh, and answered, "Well, you know I'd love some champagne. But, if we're going to have a different wine with each course, I'll let the chef recommend something."

  "Perhaps," Drew conceded, "that is the best option -- for both of us."

  Dinner was beyond fabulous, and Beth only finished the two glasses of champagne -- the first, paired with the appetizer of Russian Caviar with smoked salmon hash, and the second one served with the desserts.

  And, it was 'desserts'! Because, instead of the Bananas Foster Split with warm Caramel Chantilly Cream listed on the Chef's Table Menu, their chef arrived at the table carrying a handful of spoons, followed by half a dozen waiters, each carrying a dessert -- one of every dessert listed on the dining room menu.

  For the other five wines, she showed great restraint, taking only a sip or two along with the food it had been selected for.

  Still, Drew did have to help her negotiate her way back through the dining room, foyer, and out into the surprisingly warm, humid New Orleans night. Even though he thought she was getting tired, she insisted that they walk part way down one of the side streets, before flagging down a cab to carry them back to the French Quarter.

  Beth made it all the way up both long staircases and allowed Andrew to unzip her before she disappeared into the bathroom. Drew took advantage of her absence to change into a pair of silk striped pajamas and a robe. He suddenly thought back to the first time he'd appeared before her in the garish, satin striped pajamas. It was that first night in Connecticut. And, it made him feel as though they were starting over -- getting a second chance.

  Perhaps, everything would work out for them.

  *****

  Elizabeth picked up her clothes and carried them with her as she exited the bathroom. She'd rolled the garter belt and stockings together, folded them, along with her bra and panties in the slip, and set them on the dresser. After living alone for several weeks, she'd gotten used to picking up her own clothes.

  But, when she turned around, Andrew was already hanging her dress up. He'd also taken the opportunity to flip back a corner of the bed clothes, so that it was ready for her to slip beneath the covers and settle down for the night.

  He was always so thoughtful -- so caring. He'd looked out for her since that very first night in New York. He'd searched for her until he found her and come halfway around to world to make sure she was safe. Once again the shame she'd experienced as she bolted from London washed over her. Even though the accusations against her tarnished his reputation he'd come for her -- because he loved her. And once again, she wondered why he'd seemed different back in London.

  Beth stood in front of the marble-topped dresser, and smiled over at Andrew -- so resplendent in his pajamas. And, he, in turn, stood by the armoire, staring at her in the silk chemise gown he'd chosen for her earlier.

  When he remained silent, she blushed and looked away saying, "Everything you brought me is beautiful. Especially, the gowns. But, I decided to wear this one, because it's old-fashioned and goes with the apartment -- the room."

  "I chose that one because I knew the color would give your skin a rosy glow. And, it does. But, it's you that are beautiful, Beth. You make the gown beautiful."

  "Andrew..."

  "I can't help it, Bethy. That's how I feel."

  "Drew," she said. He was happy her voice had no anger or edge to it.

  "It's all right, Beth. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. It's late, though. You've had a busy evening, and I want to go sightseeing. So you should probably get into bed."

  "Yes," she acquiesced. She slipped beneath the covers, but remained sitting up, propped against the big, square, lace-trimmed pillows. "I wish I had something to read."

  "Hold on a minute," Drew said, as he disappeared through the door. He reappeared a few minutes later, carrying a thick volume. "Here, it's one of those Agatha Christie's Sarah loaned me. If you'd like, I'll read to you, until you fall asleep."

  "I know you would, but I thought you might want to go to sleep, or just lie down and relax."

  "Well, I can do both," he said. Gesturing to the long bench at the foot of the bed, he added, "I was planning on still sleeping in here." He must have seen the look of surprise on her face, and continued on, "I know the other bedroom is empty, now that Jack's left, but it seems such a long way away. I wouldn't hear you if you called to me." He pointed to the foot of the huge, half-tester bed, and told her, "I've been sleeping on this day bed. I thought I'd just keep..." He saw her face fall and trailed off.

  Her voice was low and hollow, as she told him, "That's not a day bed, Andrew. It's an accouchement couch. It's for having babies. It's low and narrow, and makes the midwife's job easier."

  "Beth, I didn't know. I wouldn't have--"

  "It's all right, Andrew. There's always going to be things reminding us of him. That's part of what we have to learn to deal with."

  However, to Drew's relief she managed a sad little smile, and said, "I think I'd like you to read to me for a while. But, don't keep going once you've had enough."

  He helped her under the covers, tucked her in, and then moved to the 'day bed' where he stretched, opened to the marked page, and was about to begin reading, when her voice came out of the darkness, saying. "And, I like the idea of knowing you're close by, Andrew. I do love you, you know."

  "I know, Bethy I love you, too."

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Beth woke up, opened her eyes, and looked up at the azure blue silk rosette lining the half-tester of the antique bed. It was beautiful. The room was beautiful. And, just maybe, her life was still beautiful.

  After all, just getting to experience pregnancy had been a blessing -- something she'd never expected to have. It didn't make James' death any easier. But, she'd decided to try and be thankful for what she had, and not unhappy about what
she didn't have.

  Andrew had read several chapters out loud to her, the night before, until, believing she was asleep, he'd stopped.

  Elizabeth had wanted him to think she'd fallen asleep. She'd watched him in the shadowed darkness, as he turned out the lamp, and then stretched out on the accouchement couch. She'd taken comfort from knowing he was nearby.

  She was determined to start making things up to him. The problem was she didn't know how. She'd said some horrible things to him. She was afraid that although he'd forgive her for saying them, he'd never forget she'd said them.

  She'd missed wearing her wedding rings and regretted having left them behind. Drew's remembering them had touched her deeply. All through dinner she caught herself looking at them. First, she'd see hers and look at Andrew's. Then she remembered how, her first husband, Tom, didn't wear his wedding ring and how much that hurt her. So different from Andrew, who'd looked forward to wearing his wedding band, because he so looked forward to being married to her.

  She'd also been surprised how much she missed wearing beautiful clothes, or even feminine clothes. The things he brought to her were all so lovely. Wearing them -- even looking at them hanging in the armoire -- made her feel better. Somewhere along the line, she'd forgotten what it felt like to be a woman.

  The way she'd felt walking into the restaurant on Drew's arm, made her realize how her life wasn't over. They had things to be thankful for -- they still had one another.

  James was gone. They had lost their child. But what had changed was, how she now understood that they both had lost him. Now that the initial shock and pain was over, she realized that all her family -- all of them -- experienced the lost. It wasn't her's alone.

  There wasn't anything she could to change it. There was nothing anyone could do. So, they needed to find a way to move on. They needed to find a way to honor his memory and get on with their lives.