“Oh,” Nicole said weakly, kicking herself for forgetting about the mind reading. Sheesh, she needed to keep that in mind and—Oh good Lord, hadn’t she been thinking something about Jake’s fine butt earlier?
“Yes, but it’s okay,” Elaine assured her. “Stephano does have a fine behind. He got that from his father. A good man with a fine mind and an even finer ass.”
“Oh God,” Nicole breathed weakly.
“Mother!” Neil protested.
“What?” Elaine glanced at her son, her nose in the air. “I’ve heard much worse from your thoughts over time. Besides, your father already knows about Stephano’s father. He loved his first wife as much as I loved my first husband. He understands.”
“I do indeed,” Roberto said with amusement. “Your mother, she is nothing if not honest. It is part of the reason I love her. Besides, she assures me while I cannot compare with her first husband when it comes to his behind, I kick his fine ass when it comes to the bedding. To be fair though, he was a mere mortal.”
Neil was squawking with alarm and embarrassment at this, but Nicole was peering at the elder Notte man curiously. He had a very thick Italian accent, but his speech was . . . well, it sounded kind of . . . antique? It was the only word she could think to describe it. If she closed her eyes, she’d think a television show was on that was set in the Renaissance or something.
“Yes, well, that’s understandable, dear. Roberto is very old.” Elaine patted her hand again. “He’s been around for centuries. I’d tell you how many, but it makes him self-conscious.”
Nicole smiled uncertainly. She was feeling rather as if she’d been knocked senseless. Oh wait, I have, she thought wryly and blushed when Elaine, Roberto, and Neil all chuckled. Right, they can hear my thoughts.
“Yes, and it’s not fair,” Elaine said apologetically.
“What’s not fair?”
Nicole glanced to the door, relief flowing through her as Jake walked in with Dante and Tomasso on his heels. He had obviously showered, shaved, changed his clothes and returned without dawdling. While the man’s face was clean shaven, his hair was still damp.
“Mom’s reading Nicole’s mind and seeing that she thinks you have a fine ass,” Neil said drolly.
The twins burst out laughing at the announcement, and Jake grinned widely, but Nicole closed her eyes and wished herself anywhere but there. This was really too much. The poisoning, learning about vamp—immortals, she corrected herself silently, the car accident, and now her lover’s family had invaded her hospital room.
Dear God, she was meeting the family, Nicole realized with dismay. Already. This was something that usually didn’t happen for—well, at least until you had a bloody date. That thought made her realize that she was sleeping with a man that she’d never even gone on a date with.
I’m such a ho’, she thought with dismay. What must his mother think of Jake hooking up with such a skanky chick?
“All right, all boys out of the room,” Elaine ordered abruptly.
“Ah,” Neil complained. “Things were really starting to get interesting.”
“Neil,” Elaine snapped, and then glanced to her husband. “Roberto, darling, take the boys down to the hospital cafeteria and buy them ice cream.”
“Mother, we’re not children anymore,” Neil muttered as his father caught his arm and pushed him toward the door.
“You’ll always be my child,” Elaine said with unconcern as Neil and the twins filed out. Glancing at Jake, who hadn’t moved, she said, “You too, Stephano.”
“But—”
“Now,” Elaine ordered. “In fact, go find Nicole’s doctor and tell him to sign her out or whatever it is doctors do. We are taking her home.”
Jake hesitated briefly, but apparently decided that was a good idea and turned to head out with a nod.
Elaine immediately turned to Nicole. “I’ll have to be quick. He won’t stay away long, so forgive me if in my attempt to be quick, I’m less than delicate.”
When she paused briefly, Nicole nodded that she understood. Apparently that was all she was waiting for; the woman immediately launched into it.
“Fifty-some years ago I was sitting exactly where you are.”
“In a hospital bed?” Nicole asked uncertainly.
Elaine gave a breathless laugh. “No dear, I mean that’s when Roberto came into my life. I was newly widowed, raising a young son on my own, working two jobs to make ends meet, and taking night courses to try to better myself and make more money. I had no time or interest in men, and then came Roberto.” She sighed, her eyes misting as she looked into the past. “I loved my first husband, dearly, Nicole. He was a very good man. He loved Stephano and me more than anything else in the world and treated us like gold.”
Her gaze focused on Nicole again, and she said solemnly, “I know that wasn’t your experience with your husband, but the end result was the same. I was heartbroken and even angry at him when he went and died on me, just as you are heartbroken and angry over the failure of your marriage.”