the attack on her.”
Julius watched him warily, but didn’t comment.
“We can tell her that you suspect the attack was perpetrated by my mother’s family, that the Morrissey agency’s taking on the case and leading it into England has made them nervous and they will try to stop it any way they can.”
Julius’s eyes widened incredulously. “How did you—?”
“I’m not an idiot, Father,” Christian interrupted dryly. “The attack has to do with the case and since I know you wouldn’t sink so low, that leaves my mother’s family. Obviously, someone besides you doesn’t want me learning my maternal origins. Besides, the only good reason for you to keep the secret all this time is to protect me.”
“Your mother ordered you killed at birth,” Marcus announced quietly.
Julius turned a glare on the man for revealing that and then glanced back to his son. Anger and pain for the lad mingled in his own heart as he saw the stark expression on his face, and then Christian quickly looked down to the pad he was doodling on, hiding it. After a moment, he cleared his throat.
“Right, so it’s probably her family behind the attack on Marguerite. Unless my mother’s really still alive, then I guess it could be her.”
When he raised a questioning glance, Julius hesitated, but kept silent in the end, unwilling to reveal if that was the case.
“At any rate,” Christian continued on a sigh when his father remained stubbornly silent. “I’ll tell Marguerite that—out of fear for me—you finally revealed that my mother tried to kill me at birth and you suspect her people are behind the attack earlier. That despite this, I want to continue the investigation and that while you refuse to reveal any more, you have decided to remain with us to ensure our safety until we give up, or to be on hand should we solve the case.”
Christian paused and considered the plan and nodded. “That should ensure she stops thinking you’re a stubborn ass for not telling me who my mother is.”
Julius stiffened at these words, but Christian was still talking.
“And paint you in a more favorable light, as well as give you a reason to stay close to her.” He paused and eyed his father. “The rest, unfortunately, is up to you.”
“Unfortunately?” Julius echoed in a warning growl.
“Well,” Christian grimaced. “Father, I don’t know what you were like when you were younger, but you aren’t exactly a Romeo type now, are you? I mean, the maids at the house and the secretaries in the office are terrified of you, and—”
“I do know how to woo a woman,” Julius interrupted dryly. When Christian didn’t hide his doubt, he scowled and insisted, “I do.”
“Hmm,” Christian murmured doubtfully.
“I do have some experience with the opposite sex, Son,” he said condescendingly. “I haven’t lived like amonk all my life. In fact, I used to be something of a rogue in my day.”
“I’m sure you were,” Christian said soothingly, and then added, “But your day was a hell of a long time ago, Father. Times have changed, women have changed…” He shrugged. “You might need a little help is all I’m saying.”
Julius frowned as the words began to raise uncertainty in him. It had been a long time since he’d wooed a woman. In fact, he hadn’t since his son’s birth, instead, concentrating on keeping him safe and being a father as well as running the family company. But surely things hadn’t changed that much?
“Don’t worry, Father. I’ll help out,” Christian said encouragingly. “And I’ll really build you up to Marguerite. I’m sure it will be fine.”
“I’ll help too.”
Julius glanced around in surprise as Dante pushed himself away from the frame of the door leading into the rest of the suite. He’d obviously been there listening for some time, Julius realized with irritation as he watched him lead his twin, Tommaso, into the room.
“How long have you two been standing there?” he