Jake paused and looked from Nicole to his mother unhappily. “What were you talking about with the a**hole gene?”
“It was a conversation Nicole thought of even as she denied her brother would try to kill her. He said she was pathetic and too nice and it was because she’d spent too much time with Pierina who had encouraged that in her. That she should have spent more time with him. He’d got his father’s selfish a**hole gene and would have nurtured that in her instead,” she explained, and then added, “Nicole was surprised and said that his thinking he was selfish meant he wasn’t.”
“And what did he say to that?” Jake asked when she paused.
“I believe it was, “Ha! Got you fooled,” she said solemnly.
“Maybe Vincent and I should go have a chat with Joey,” Jackie said slowly. “Do we know where he lives?”
“Florida,” Jake answered, and then added, “He’s staying at a hotel downtown while here, though.”
“Do you know which one?”
Jake nodded. Joey had mentioned it the night they’d had dinner here at the house. He gave them the name now.
Nodding, Jackie glanced to Vincent.
“We shouldn’t be long,” he said, slipping his arm around his wife to escort her out of the kitchen.
“We’ll go with you,” Dante announced and he and Tomasso followed them out.
Jake watched them go and then returned to the stove. He’d taken the soup and frying pan of sandwiches off the burner when Nicole had entered. Now he put them back on the burners. He would finish cooking it and take it down to her anyway. She hadn’t eaten in twenty-four hours now. Besides, maybe she’d accept his peace offering and some of her anger with him would ease.
“Well, Neil,” Roberto said now. “I guess we should take your mother and go check into our hotel.”
“Hotel?” Jake asked with surprise, turning to peer at the trio as his mother collected her purse from the table. “I thought you’d stay here.”
“It’s not your place to make that offer. This is Nicole’s home,” Neil reminded him with amusement.
“Yeah, but I’m sure Nicole would—”
“There’s no need to bother Nicole,” his mother said, slipping her purse strap over her shoulder as she walked over to him. Pausing beside Jake, she gave him a hug, kissed his cheek, and then reminded him, “There are only the three bedrooms here, son, Nicole’s and the two guest rooms. You and the twins are already using the guest rooms.”
“Yeah, but . . .” Jake hesitated. He’d been about to say that he was sure he would be staying in Nicole’s room with her from now on, leaving the bedroom for his parents. Neil could sleep on the daybed in the studio, or one of the couches. But Jake wasn’t all that sure he would be welcome in Nicole’s bed at the moment. She was pretty upset with him right now . . . and all because he was trying to keep her safe, he thought unhappily. Was it his fault her brother was trying to kill her?”
“We are happy to stay at a hotel,” Roberto announced, coming over to give him a hug too. “Your mother and I have got used to not having to be quiet when we go to bed and would not be very good at it now.”
Jake couldn’t keep the grimace off his face. He understood what the man was saying. The older couple were as passionate and loud in the bedroom as he and Nicole were . . . as most life mates were. Roberto may be saying they had tried to be quiet, but while the pair had slept during the day while he was at school, they would disappear into their bedroom at all hours when he and Neil were younger and still living at home. To be sure, they hadn’t bellowed like a couple of mating mooses, but they hadn’t exactly been silent either. The sounds that had come from their bedroom had been enough to traumatize him when he was young.
“Oh, stop,” his mother said with a combination of amusement and embarrassment. But he didn’t understand that she’d caught his thoughts, until she added, “We weren’t that bad.”
“No,” Roberto agreed, and then grinned, eyes sparkling wickedly as he contradicted himself, admitting, “We were that bad.”
Jake didn’t miss the quick squeeze his stepfather gave his mother’s derriere either. The pair was as frisky today as they had been fifty years ago. Oddly enough, he didn’t mind. It meant he had a lot of frisky years to look forward to with Nicole.
“Come see us off, son,” Elaine said, slipping her arm around her husband.
Nodding, Jake followed the trio out of the kitchen. As they started down the stairs, he said, “Call and let me know what room you’re in when you get settled.”
“We will, and you call and tell us what happened with Joey when the boys get back,” his mother ordered firmly.
“If you get the hotel switchboard telling you we are unavailable, we are probably sleeping,” Roberto commented. “It is well past our bedtime now and I am not sure how long we will be up.”
Jake nodded. It was just after noon and he wouldn’t mind a couple winks himself. He’d wait until the twins were back though and could keep an eye on Nicole for him. She was the only one of them who had slept last night.
“Perhaps later tonight we could meet for dinner,” his mother suggested as they stepped off the stairs. “It would be nice to sit down for a meal with you again.”
Jake felt guilt pinch at him. His mother sounded so wistful. The last seven years had obviously been hard on her. Probably the last forty had been hard on her, he acknowledged. His pulling away from the family to hang out on the fringes when he’d found out what they were at eighteen had probably hurt her terribly. He wished now that he’d reacted differently. But he couldn’t go back and change history.