I missed his wedding, and I missed the births of both their kids.I was far from ready to come back at that point.
Tristan nods, and pride fills his eyes.“Good, both are good. Sometimes I can’t believe I have them.” As he speaks, pride and love brims within his eyes for his Isabella and his son, Giacomo, named after our father.
I know my brothers both have sons, but they don’t know I know.
“Me too,” Massimo adds with the same sort of look for his Emelia and his son, Lorenzo, named after our grandfather.“You’ll have to come to the house for dinner on Thursday to see them.Everyone will be there.”
“Absolutely. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I would love to continue this heartfelt reunion--God knows I probably need it--but it’s time to get down to business.
The instant I think that a look of seriousness washes over Massimo’s face.
“You… found something, didn’t you?” he asks, and Tristan looks at him.
Both tense when I nod. “I’m sorry, but it looks liketrouble’s here again.The big kind this time.”