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.”
“What a fascinating story Kam has,” Anne said, shaking her head in amazement. “I’ve never met anyone like him, and I’ve met my fair share of singular men,” she added with a droll glance at Ian and James.
“Given his medical background and experience with Gaines, it’s no wonder he’s come up with all the brilliant technology he has,” Francesca said. “Did Ian tell you he’s sold his biotech patents for millions of dollars to a pharmaceutical company? They’re going to make these revolutionary medical watches with his invention. The watches do everything from sending off a warning for an impending heart attack to tell a woman when the prime time is to get pregnant, and dozens of other valuable things besides. It’s a biofeedback mechanism, so the wearer will constantly be educated as to their responses to the external world.”
“Kam took what Trevor Gaines had started with his perverse obsessions and twisted greed and turned it into something that can really make a positive difference,” Ian said, referring to not only Gaines’s mechanical genius, but the fact that he had been obsessed with the “clockwork” type cycles of a woman’s body in order to impregnate his victims. Kam had told Ian and Francesca that Gaines was interested in finding ways to measure and predict human biology, and had started to experiment casually. But it was Kam who had seen the far-reaching potential and furthered the work in a meaningful, groundbreaking way.
Ian glanced sideways at Francesca when she placed her hand on his thigh. A deep, profound sense of gratitude went through her at the growing peace in his voice when he spoke of his biological father. He was still appalled by who Gaines was as a man, but he understood him better objectively. Ian had been right all along, Francesca now admitted freely. Something about gathering information on Gaines, understanding his past and his surroundings and his work habits and his obsession—it had helped Ian get the distance he needed from his biological father. After speaking with Kam in detail about his shared past with Gaines, in addition to discovering some journals that had belonged both to Gaines’s mother and Trevor himself, Ian had begun to suspect that Gaines had been abused as a young man by his new stepfather, Alfred Aurore. Gaines had despised Aurore, but the true target of his hatred was his mother, who had put him in harm’s way and then done nothing to protect him. This, despite the fact that Gaines insinuated in his journals she knew the truth of what her new husband was doing to her son. That had, perhaps, been at the core of Gaines’s hatred of women and his desire to force himself both into their bodies and their very existences, with a child. No woman’s life could fail to be altered by a child, even if Trevor’s mother had endeavored to deny that truth with her own son.