- By Gilmoradict
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- A slightly earlier moment in the Steele's life as a family....
- No Mystery, Just a moment...
Warm applause continued as Laura stepped away from the podium
and walked through the small crowd she had just addressed in
the lovely Nanny Cay Resort conference center. Smiling and shaking
hands as she exited the room Laura felt confident she had both
entertained and educated the security firm executives with information
she had accumulated through her years of work in the field, as
well as with stories of some of her more fascinating cases as
an associate of Remington Steele. (How anyone could prefer listening
to her over enjoying the sea and sun baffled her, but she guessed
they had to justify coming for their conference some way!) Breaking
away from a particularly avid admirer with warm assurances that
they would have to get together back in the States, Laura avoided
meeting anyone else's eyes lest she be drawn into yet another
conversation about her presentation, and walked with determination
to the ladies lounge. Once there she quickly changed from business
casual to a swim suit, covered by shorts, a floral print camp
shirt tied at her waist, and a pair of espadrilles. Dark glasses
and a full brimmed sun hat completed her transformation, and
following a brief stop at the front desk to confer with the concierge,
Laura proceeded to the pier to find the promised boat. As she
walked Laura smiled and shook her head. Harry had been so excited
about the invitation to address this conference set in the BVI,
always happy to find an excuse to work in a balmy, exotic setting;
and somehow SHE was the one who ended up doing the work. Perhaps
it was just as well. Harry tended to exaggerate his exploits
as Remington Steele, and she didn't really want people asking
TOO many questions about Harry's background with the 'company.'
It was fun to relive some of their cases, as they always seemed
to do when asked to make a presentation like this, and after
all, it was her present success as a security specialist that
had earned she and Harry recognition in this community. The past
glory was just a bonus.
The brilliant sun and pleasant breezes caressed Laura as a white
shirted Nanny Cay Resort employee took her bag, and helped her
into the small motor boat. She settled in for the ride around
Tortola to Green Cay off Jost Van Dyke, where the great detective
Remington Steele was awaiting her return. He had promised to
have lunch ready for her when she arrived, and having rushed
to leave Nanny Cay, her stomach was already grumbling. The weather
was exceptional, and she relaxed as they motored, often closing
her eyes to absorb the ocean smells, and listen to the slap of
the waves against the hull and the cries of the aquatic birds
that soared above. It was about half an hour before the motor
began to slow, and Laura opened her eyes as they worked they
way through the boats already anchored in the clear waters to
pull up to the far end of the cay. She spotted Harry just around
the corner of the little bit of green foliage on the island,
and taking her bag stepped lithely onto the beach. Turning,
Laura briefly thanked and tipped the pilot of her ocean taxi,
who waved and backed the small craft back into the waves.
- Anchoring her hat with her bag, and tucking her shoes into
the small pile of her belongings, Laura walked swiftly across
the sand toward where Harry was standing. A small figure hurled
itself at Laura.
- "Hello Emilio! Have you been having fun?" Smiling
broadly Laura swung the dark eyed little boy up into her embrace,
reveling for a moment in the sandy and sun baked little boy warmth
of his hug.
- "Hello, Mummy!" Harry declared with a grin, as
he scooped up a second dark haired child under one arm, the third
already secured under the other. He spun in a circle to the delight
of each captured child, "We have lunch for you whenever
- "No rush." Laura replied, all of her needs seemed
met in being now encircled by the 'men' in her life. Three sets
of brown eyes danced as they looked at their mother. Remington
Steele's blue eyes -identical in color to the ocean behind him
- also danced as they gazed at Laura. Harry released the boys
he had held, and they darted down the beach. His arms were
now free to embrace Emilio and Laura, though Emilio quickly squirmed
free and raced to join the other two boys, Dylan, eight, and
David, who like Emilio, would soon turn six. A Nerf soccer ball
landed at Laura and Harry's feet and in a blink Laura had booted
it back to David. Harry took off across the sand to foot wrestle
the ball away from his mop-topped son, and laughing, Laura joined
all four in a rather unorthodox game of soccer in which children
occasionally were lifted off their feet by teasing parents, and
parents occasionally found their legs secured by the clasping
arms of children, rendering the adults less able to run and more
inclined to laugh.
- "Dylan, when is the last time you put sun screen on?"
Laura asked, panting, during a pause in the game.
- "When we first got off the boat!" was the prompt
and cheerful reply.
- "Let's re-do, shall we?" Laura suggested, preparing
to take the fair skinned, freckle faced child over to where she
had left her bag. "I need to get lathered up too, or I'll
be fried. Actually, how about everyone gets a new layer?"
- "Come on lads, Mummy's right." Harry jovially chased
the 'twins' over to their mother. David and Emilio had creamy
coffee-colored skin, one having at least some African-American
ancestry, and the other Mexican, and weren't as susceptible to
burning as Dylan, but soon all three boys sported new coats of
Coppertone, as well as t-shirts from the pile of things Harry
had brought over from their bareboat charter, The TropicBreeze.
The boys ran down to play at the water's edge, while Laura and
Harry sat down in the shade of the island's few trees.
- "Here, Love, I made sandwiches for us this morning.
There's cold water, or at least cool, and grapes." Harry
fussed over the cooler, gathering things for Laura's lunch, while
she added her shirt and shorts to the clothes already in her
bag, and leaning back against it, settled in to watch the boys
as she ate. "Sorry you had to miss the morning here, Laura."
Having temporarily abdicated his parental responsibilities to
Laura, Harry laid back, head propped against one hand, to gaze
adoringly at his wife. If there was any question as to Laura's
half-lidded awareness of the three children, her quick move to
get up when David started into the waves proved her detective's
watchfulness still thrived. David turned, and seeing his mother
point a finger at him, returned to the sand.
- "No you're not, slacker!" Laura laughed, having
also attended to Harry's words. "Admit it - you never had
any intention of speaking at this conference. It was just an
excuse to come here."
- "Yes, well you must admit it IS a beautiful place, and
one of us has to keep an eye on the boys. I didn't want to wear
you out with entertaining them." Harry murmured softly.
"Your energy has so much better uses..." Harry reached
across to rest his hand on Laura's warm, well-muscled thigh.
- "Have you noticed how talented David is handling a soccer
ball?" Laura mused.
- "Yes, well I think the boys are all capable athletes,
Laura, but there are lots of things more important than football.
Do you really think...?" Steele pondered David briefly,
then turning to look at Laura again, saw the tell tale dimple
in her right cheek that revealed her mirth. "Ahh. You're
pulling my leg."
- "No, I think you're pulling mine." While continuing
to watch the boys, Laura slipped her hand under the one Harry
rested on her leg, and then moved to grip to his middle finger,
pulling on it gently.
- "Laura Holt Chalmers!" Harry's blue eyes flew open
as Laura's gesture registered in his mind, a shocked smile slipping
sideways across his face.
- Laura's laugh rang out impishly. "Mr. Steele, do you
remember our trip to Acapulco? I referred to it during my talk
- "Sun drenched days, romantic nights, and Mildred everywhere
we went, not to mention every felonious individual south of the
border thwarting my desire to further our relationship. I'll
never forget how lovely you looked in the sequin covered dress
you wore our first night there. I couldn't wait to get you out
of that restaurant and hold you in my arms." Just then
Dylan ran up spraying sand with his feet, and flopped down in
the space between his mother and father, both drawing back to
avoid inhaling sand. David and Emilio, close on his heels, tumbled
onto the towel alongside their older brother. Harry's face fell,
though his eyes never left Laura's.
- "Well, I didn't give away all those details, but I have
been remembering some of our more glorious and inglorious moments
today." Taking the disruption in stride with her usual aplomb,
Laura paused and smiled as she twirled one of David's curls around
her finger, and ran a finger down Emilio's nose. "I haven't
been confused in a long time now."
- "Confused about what Mama?" Dylan asked.
- "About what the most precious gems in the world are,
Dylan. I'm looking at them right now." Laura leaned in to
solemnly kiss each boy on the top of their heads, keeping her
sparkling brown eyes focused on Harry's blue.
- The faint wisp of an afternoon breeze lifted Laura's thick
wavy hair away from her freckled face. Dimples played across
her cheek and mouth as she pulled a water bottle from the cooler
to pour drinks for the boys, her eyes returning to Harry's bemused
face as often as she could. Harry pulled a deck of cards from
a bag, and dealt hands for black jack. "All right, lady
and gentlemen. Place your bets." Emilio leaned against Laura's
knee as he played his hand. Dylan and David sat sandwiched between
Harry and Laura, intent on the game. Laura continued to smile,
as if at a secret thought, or plan, a most engaging image of
contentment. The great detective Remington Steele, who had been
the subject of several entertaining anecdotes this morning, bore
a strong resemblance to the father and husband who sat playing
cards across from her, but he couldn't hold a candle to Chalmers'
- It would be hard to imagine a more idyllic picture than that
made by the handsome dark haired man and the three dissimilar,
but congenial brown eyed boys, nestled in the shade on the beautiful
white sand beach of Green Cay, the sight and sounds of the incredible
azure blue water rolling insistently in behind them. Laura tucked
her mental snapshot of this moment away to treasure along with
all the others she had shared with Harry. He shifted, stretching
his legs out behind Emilio. Laura jumped when she felt something
touch her thigh again, and laughed when Harry wiggled his eyebrow
at her. Past glories indeed.
- The End