My father and Roman stood in the foyer watching her, my father looking at her with tired eyes rather that the contempt he normally showed. I walked up to her with a look that said I’d deal with her later, but when I tried to take her crutches and carry her down, she refused.

“I’m not an invalid. I just need to get used to these. Besides, my ankle can take a little weight.” She flinched as she demonstrated putting a bit of weight on it.

“Pigheaded.”

I walked the steps with her to make sure she didn’t fall. By the time we got down, Natalie walked into the house with a sleeping Jacob in her arms.

“Father, Roman, why don’t you go ahead into the dining room.”

They both nodded and left. Everyone was tired.

Rainey went to Natalie and took the bag off her shoulder. I’d woken her to prepare a room.

“Natalie, I’m sorry to keep you and Jacob up so late, but I thought you’d be more comfortable here,” I said.

“I’d be most comfortable in my own house,” she said, glaring at my father’s receding back.

Lucia giggled, then had the presence of mind to cover it up with a cough.

“This is Lucia,” I said. “Lucia, Natalie. And my nephew Jacob.”

Jacob stirred, opening his eyes then closing them again. I watched how Lucia looked at Natalie and saw Natalie with renewed eyes. I’d known her for so long, and she’d been so much like a sister to me from day one that I sometimes forgot how attractive she was, even with her long dark hair wound into a bun, wearing no makeup, and dressed in an old pair of pajamas.

“Nice to meet you,” Lucia said. She then peeked at Jacob. “You probably want to get him to bed.”

“And me too. It’s nice to meet you. Salvatore’s told me about you.”

They both glanced at me.

“Should I be worried?” Lucia asked.

Natalie smiled and shook her head. “Not given the way he looks at you,” Natalie said with a wink.

“Why don’t you go up with Natalie and help her get herself and Jacob settled,” I said to Lucia. I then pulled her in close. “And this time, stay up there,” I whispered, squeezing her ass so she knew she’d pay if she came down again.

“Fine. I don’t want to be around your father anyway.”

I didn’t offer to help her upstairs this time. She’d refuse anyway. Instead, I went into the dining room and closed the doors.

“Where’s Dominic?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” my father answered.

“I thought he’d come home,” I said.

“Why would you think that?” my father asked.

“Because I talked with him. He was at Isabella DeMarco’s house.”

My father’s lips tightened. “What the fuck was he doing there?”