Her temperamental father knew her better than that, but he had to say it because she hadn’t obtained his seal of approval first.
“I wouldn’t do that, and I’ve already contacted Monsieur Bulot to let him know I’ll be there in a few days.
“The point is, now that I’m here I’m doing a little research, so please don’t worry.”
“You’ve been to Angers, then?”
“Of course, and St Emilion. They’re filling our orders as we speak, so you needn’t be concerned.”
Her explanation appeared to mollify him somewhat because his curiosity finally won out enough to ask, “Have you come across anything interesting?”
Rachel’s eyes closed tightly.
It wouldn’t be possible to answer his question with one succinct answer. Too much had happened since she’d met Luc Chartier. Getting to know him had done something to her. But it was too soon to find the right words to describe what was going on inside her.
“I’m discovering that Alsace is a land of enchantment. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.” She needed to change the subject. “How is Grandfather? What about his pulse-ox level?”
“I never got the chance to find out. Last night John barged in, so I left.”
The rivalry between her dad and his half brother reminded her of her own unwitting problems with her sister. They lived too far apart with Rebecca working in New York as a highly successful advertising executive.
Though they were unidentical and conducted different lives, they were alike in dozens of small ways. Rachel knew instinctively Rebecca would be enamoured of Alsace too. How sad they couldn’t have shared a trip like this.
She heaved a troubled sigh. This morning she didn’t want to think about insoluble family problems.
“Dad? I have to go, but I’ll call you when I get to Champagne.”
“Don’t stay in Alsace too long.”
“I won’t.” She frowned. “What else is bothering you? You sound more upset than usual this morning.”
“Titan stepped on a rusty nail. The vet took care of him, but he’s not himself yet.”
Translated, the Dobermann had been well sedated. Too bad that couldn’t be his permanent condition.
“I’m sure he’ll be back to normal in no time.”
Her father’s dog made everyone nervous, even Rachel. She preferred Saffy, the miniature poodle who belonged to her father’s wife, Bev. The poor little thing cowered every time she saw Titan coming.
That was exactly what Rachel did when her father felt threatened by John and became difficult, which was most of the time these days.
“I’ll talk to you soon, Dad.”
She hung up the phone, thankful to have found a small corner of paradise here in Thann where she could put that seething cauldron of tension aside for a little while.
A few minutes later she entered the hotel dining room. During those times when she had to sample wines, she always ate a good meal first, even if she wasn’t hungry. Today was a case in point. Luc Chartier’s stranglehold on her feelings seemed to have affected her appetite as well.
Luc couldn’t swallow the croissant, let alone his coffee. He pushed himself away from the breakfast table and got to his feet, startling his mother.
“Where are you going at this early hour?”
“To the hospital. Where else?”
“But you were there late last night—has something happened to Paulette you haven’t told us about?”
“Maman—” Giselle blurted impatiently. “Surely if there’d been any change in her condition, we would all know about it.”
She switched her dark gaze to Luc, “But I have to admit I’m curious why all this extra vigilance over her. What’s going on with you, mon frère?”