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“You’d have to ask him,” I finally responded. “It was his idea.”
“Well, he’s a fool then. Want to know who isn’t a fool?”
I was outright grinning at him over my shoulder. “Do you want me to guess or are you going to tell me?”
With a boyish smile, he pointed at himself. “This guy.”
The coffee was finished, and I poured us both a cup. “Good to know,” I said, turning and handing him his.
His smile died suddenly and he glanced around as though making sure we were alone. “Seriously though, I wanted to ask you about something that’s been bothering me for a while.”
I shrugged. “Go for it.” Worst case scenario, if I didn’t like the question I wouldn’t answer it.
“Have you ever wondered why Leo and Adelaide never got divorced?”
I shrugged. “I’ve no idea.”
“They despise each other.”
“Yeah. They seem like a perfect match. They’re both pretty easy to despise.”
“True. But I’m starting to get the distinct impression that things are even more messed up than they appear. I think Adelaide has something bad on Leo. I think she’s blackmailing him and has been for a very long time.”
Was I surprised? No. Was I disgusted? Yes.
“Nothing that woman could do would surprise me,” was my response, “but I don’t know one way or the other. Why did you think I would? Adelaide hates me more than anyone. I’d hardly be the one she’d tell her dirty secrets to.”
He shrugged. “I figured it was a long shot, but you’re one of the few people associated with this crazy family that might actually tell me the truth. I thought maybe if Dante knew something that he might have confided in you at some point. Because you know he’d never tell me anything.”
“He never gave you a fair shot,” I said absently, my mind on Adelaide and blackmail. That woman was capable of anything.
It was terrifying.
“He didn’t, but there’s still time. Maybe I’ll grow on him. And I get it. All he ever wanted was our father’s approval, and being the firstborn and legitimate it must have felt particularly demoralizing to be treated the way he was. What he’s never understood is that our father only sees our mothers when he looks at his sons. We get treated, loved or loathed, based on whatever connection he had with the women he impregnated.”
I thought about that, and it added up perfectly. It was so horribly simple for something that had brought so much sadness to a young Dante. “And he loathes his wife,” I murmured.
He nodded.
“You’re a good guy, Bastian. I hope someday you and Dante can find some middle ground.”
He smiled but it was weaker than his other efforts. “I keep hoping.”
“It’s strange that your father never had any daughters,” I added, watching his face.
“There’s always that rumor that Durants only have boys.”
I knew firsthand that rumor was absolute rubbish, but I nodded. “There is that,” I said evenly.
“But that’s only a rumor. I think my dad probably has at least a few daughters. He just never bothered claiming the girls.” He saw my face and his mouth twisted. “I know. Believe me, I know. My dad is a piece of shit. What can I say? You don’t get to pick your father.”
“What’s with this cozy fucking scene?” a familiar voice boomed from the doorway of the kitchen.
Bastian and I had been huddled close together. It was completely innocent. Well mostly. We just hadn’t wanted to be overheard. But at the sound of Dante’s voice we sort of jumped apart guiltily, which didn’t look innocent at all.
Because I liked Bastian, in fact, I liked him more the longer I spoke to him, I set down my coffee and moved forward as Dante did, intercepting him before he got close to his brother.
I pushed into his chest, getting his immediate angry attention for myself.
