Brunetti's Secret Son

‘My parents knew very early on that I wasn’t academically gifted as they were—they’re both Fulbright scholars and prize academic excellence above everything else.’

‘Including you?’ he asked astutely.

She swallowed and answered without looking up. ‘Including me. I was an accident, who turned even more burdensome when I was unable to fulfil my full potential in their eyes.’ When he didn’t respond, she risked a glance.

His face was set in a carefully blank expression, but she glimpsed a look in his eyes, a kinship, that made her throat clog.

Clearing it, she continued. ‘To say they were stunned their genius hadn’t been replicated in me was an understatement. I was five when they made me take my first IQ test. They refused to believe the result. I took one every year until I was fifteen, when they finally accepted that I wouldn’t be anything more than slightly above average.’

She sipped her champagne, let it wash away the bitter knowledge that she would always be a disappointment in her parents’ eyes.

‘Did they stop pushing you at this point?’ he enquired sharply after helping himself to the last morsel on his plate.

Her mouth twisted. ‘On the contrary. They pushed me harder with the belief that as long as they continued to polish me I would turn into the diamond they wanted instead of the unacceptable cubic zirconia.’

‘I disagree with that description of yourself, and the assessment that you’re average, but go on,’ he encouraged, lounging back, all drop-dead-gorgeous danger, to nurse his drink as their first course was cleared away.

She shrugged. ‘There’s nothing much to add to that. They were indifferent to everything in my life besides my academic achievements, such as they were. When I told them I wanted to be a lawyer, they grudgingly accepted my decision, then immediately started pulling strings for me to be hired by one of the Magic Circle law firms in the country. When I told them I was taking three months off and then returning to take a position at a firm in Dublin, our relationship strained even more.’

‘But you didn’t back down?’

She laughed bitterly. ‘It’s hard being an average child of two geniuses, who hadn’t wanted a child in the first place. I guess I’d reached a point where I’d had enough.’ She’d wanted to lash out, rebel against the oppressive weight of her parents’ indifference. Palermo had been her moment of rebellion. And while she would never regret having Lucca, she was beginning to be afraid that the one man she’d rebelled with had set a benchmark for all other men to come. And that each and every one of them would be found wanting.

She drank some more, felt the bubbles buzz through her veins and loosen her tongue. She even managed a less strained smile when Mahina delivered their second course.

‘I presume that three-month vacation included your stop in Palermo?’ he asked when they were alone again.

With the unburdening of her past came an unexpected increase in appetite. Or it could’ve been the alcohol.

Shrugging inwardly, Maisie tucked into the grilled mahi mahi and gave an appreciative moan. ‘Yes. I’d always been fascinated with all things Italian.’ She paused, glanced at him and saw the mildly mocking brow he lifted in her direction. Flushing, she returned her attention to her plate. ‘I had some money saved from when I worked part-time at uni, and toured the whole of Italy. Palermo was my third stop.’

‘And did your relationship improve once you resumed your career?’ he asked. His questions weren’t prying, as she supposed hers had been. He seemed to be interested in her life, her past, and not just as a means of passing time at the dinner table.

So she found herself recounting the one painful event in her life she’d sworn never to revisit again. ‘Not once they found out I was pregnant by a man whose last name I didn’t even know. Both my mother and father came from broken homes. They were estranged from their parents by the time I grew up. I know they hadn’t planned on getting married, but they did because my mother fell pregnant with me. When I in turn got pregnant, the confirmation that the apple truly didn’t fall far from the tree was too much for them to stomach.’ The words fell from her lips in sharp bursts, the pain she’d smothered away in her heart rising to stab her once again.

She chanced a glance at Romeo and saw that he had frozen, his face a taut, forbidding mask.

‘So they severed ties with you?’ he asked in a chilling voice.

‘Not exactly. But they had views on how to bring up Lucca that I didn’t welcome.’