“No.”
"When did it happen?" Tomasso asks.
"No."
"How long has this been going on?"
"No. See?” I turn into my office, intending on shutting the door in their faces.
"Was it the lawyer?" Matteo asks quietly.
I go still.
They erupt behind me.
Tomasso slaps the wall.
Matteo starts laughing.
And I realize my mistake immediately.
Far too late.
"The lawyer," Tomasso says, delighted. "It was the lawyer."
I close my eyes.
One second.
Two.
When I open them again, I turn toward both of my sons, who look unbearably pleased with themselves.
"You are both adults."
"Correct."
"Act like it."
"No." This from Tomasso.
I can’t help but notice that his grin is identical to mine. Anna was right in that regard.
"I am considering disinheriting both of you."
“You never stay out all night,” Matteo says quietly.
“That is not true.” I stay out all night on business all the time, legitimate or otherwise.
“Fine, you never stay out all nightwith a woman,” Tomasso clarifies.
My amusement fades.
They’re both looking at me now with serious expressions. Even Tomasso has sobered.
Matteo studies me with that quiet, unnerving focus of his. He has always seen too much. Even as a child, he watched rooms like a grown man.
This isn’t a subject we’ve discussed before.
