was his son refused to have any contact with him. I wonder did he tell you why, hmm? Did he allow any skeletons out of the tightly locked Fiorenza closet?'
Emma swallowed thickly. 'He...he never told me anything about you. I got the feeling he didn't like discussing the past.'
'Yes, well, that makes sense,' he said with an embittered expression. 'My father's philosophy was to ignore things he did not like facing in the hope they would eventually disappear.'
'Why did you leave?'
'Miss March,' he said, his look now condescending, 'I am not prepared to discuss such personal details with the hired help, even if you were elevated to the position of my father's mistress.'
'I was not your father's mistress,' Emma said crossly.
'I find that very hard to believe,' he said with another raking glance. 'You see, prior to arriving I did a little check on you, Emma Annabelle March.'
Emma's eyes widened. 'W-what?'
'I have a contact in the private-eye business,' he said, his hawk-like gaze locked on hers. 'This is not the first time a client of yours has left you something, is it?'
She moistened her lips with a nervous dart of her tongue. 'No, it's not, but I never asked for anything, not from anyone. I have had one or two clients who have left me small gifts but only because they wanted to show their appreciation. Nursing someone in the last weeks or months of their life can sometimes blur the boundaries for the patient. They begin to look upon you as a trusted friend and confidante.'
'All the same, such gifts must be quite a windfall to a girl from the wrong side of the tracks,' he went on smoothly.
'Not all people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, Signore Fiorenza,' she said with a cold, hard stare. 'I have had to work hard to achieve what I've achieved.'
His dark, impenetrable gaze was still drilling into hers. 'According to my source you left your last client's house in a storm of controversy. Do you want to tell me about that or shall I tell you what I found out?'
Emma compressed her lips momentarily. 'I was accused of stealing a family heirloom and a large sum of money,' she said. 'I have reason to believe I was framed by a relative. The police investigating eventually agreed and the charges were dropped. In spite of my name being cleared the press were like jackals for weeks later, no doubt fuelled by the rumour-mongering of Mrs Bennett's family.'
'Is that why you moved to Italy from Australia?' he asked, his expression giving no clue as to whether he believed her explanation or not.
'Yes,' Emma said. 'I had wanted to work abroad in any case, but the Melbourne papers just wouldn't let it go. It made it hard for me to find a new placement locally. I had no choice but to start again elsewhere.'
'How did you get into this line of work?' he asked.
'I trained as a nurse but I found working in hospitals frustrating,' she said, trying to make him see that she was genuine, not the gold-digger he assumed she was. 'There was never enough time to spend with patients doing the things nurses used to do. Back rubs, sitting with them over a cup of tea, that sort of thing rarely happens these days. I started working for a private home-based care agency and really loved it. The hours can be long, of course, and it can be disruptive to one's social life when a client needs you to live in, but the positives far outweigh the negatives.'
'I am very sure they do,' he said with another mocking tilt of his lips. 'Inheriting half a luxury Italian villa and a generous allowance are hardly to be considered some of the downsides of the job.'
'Look,' Emma said on an expelled breath of irritation, 'I realise this is a difficult time for you, Signore Fiorenza. You have just lost your father and in spite of your feelings towards him that is a big thing in anyone's life, particularly a man's. I am prepared to make allowances for your inappropriate suggestions given you had no recent contact with him, but let me assure you I have nothing to hide. Your father was a difficult man, but I grew very fond of him. He was lonely and desperately unhappy. I like to think I gave him a small measure of comfort in those last months of his life.'
He stood looking down at her