“North Carolina.”
“Yes. And then I would like you and your family to visit me, and then you will decide what you wish. Is that right for you?”
“Very right.” She would have a lot to explain to her parents, about how they met and why she thought this was the right path for her, with a French count she had met in the Resistance. It was a big leap from Raleigh.
“Will they be unhappy?”
“Surprised.”
“Yes, so was I when I met you. You are a very surprising woman.” She smiled.
“I’m not the one with surprises here, Gonzague.” He was no ordinary man. He was unusual in a thousand different ways, and she was sure there was a part of him and his war history that she would never know, but maybe it was just as well.
“Do we have a good plan? I will visit you, and then you and your parents will come to visit me, and then we will make our plans.”
“I think that’s a very good plan.” She smiled at him.
“Good.” He stood up then and pulled her to her feet, and they walked to her barracks. He was courteous and gentlemanly, but beneath that, she sensed the force of a hurricane. Life with him would never be predictable or boring, but it was the life and the man she wanted. They had much to discover about each other, but they knew enough. She was sure. And so was he. He had done exactly what he said. He had found her, and he had come back. It was all she needed to know for now.
“There’s an award ceremony,” she explained to him. “Will you stay?”
“If you wish.”
“I do.” She didn’t want him to be her secret lover or mystery man. If they loved each other, she wanted their relationship to be in the open, with her proud to be at his side, and he at hers.
The award ceremony would be in two days, and he said he would be there. He had business in London and promised to come back. She wanted to introduce him to her friends. He had been her dream for nearly a year, now he had stepped out into the light, and she wanted to share her life with him. The award ceremony would be part of the world she was leaving behind, the life she had lived for four years, and the people she had lived with at Down Ampney.
He kissed her in front of the barracks, and it was a searing kiss like the one she remembered the very first time.
“We will have an interesting life,” he said as he smiled down at her. Of that she had no doubt.
She sensed correctly that there was an element of danger about him. She wasn’t wrong. He had killed many men in his years in the Resistance, and had managed not to be killed by being smarter than they were. He had helped to save France, and had won the admiration of the British in the process. And the one thing she knew with absolute certainty was that Gonzague de Lafayette was her soulmate, and the love of her life. They had both known it the instant they met. The rest they could discover in time.
Chapter 17
The nurses of the Medical Air Evacuation Transport Squadron wore their dress uniforms for the ceremony. The base commander was there, and a representative from the Army Air Forces, the Flight Nurses’ Corps, and the RAF on the British side. The roll was called and each of them was given a medal for distinguished service and bravery in combat, which they hadn’t expected. Six women were named posthumously for service to their country and bravery in combat, among them were Lieutenant Prudence Pommery and Lieutenant Audrey Anne Parker. Max accepted the medal for Pru, and Lizzie for Audrey. Lizzie couldn’t stop crying when she accepted it, and she was going to deliver it herself to the cemetery in Annapolis to be put on display.
Max had come to the ceremony to be with Emma, and Pru’s parents had come too. Ed was there with Lizzie. Dan was there for Alex. And Gonzague had come for Louise. He was proud of her when she received her medal. He had come in a dark suit and looked very proper. He was to be decorated soon by General de Gaulle as a Commander of the Legion of Honour. They all stayed together in a group at the reception afterwards, after all the speeches, and photographs were taken, and the London Times had covered it.
The others were intrigued by Gonzague. Louise had told them the story. She was the only one who would be returning to Europe again soon, to live in France with him, as his wife. She wanted the marriage to take place in France. It would have been illegal in North Carolina, nothing had changed. And in France, she would be a countess as Gonzague’s wife. Her parents would come to France, after Gonzague went to meet them in North Carolina. The others had their lives waiting for them in the States, except for Emma, who was going to stay with the Pommerys in Yorkshire for a month. Max had a month’s leave before he was to be discharged.