~ Niamh ~
"I think you're lucky to have Mr. Massimo, ma'am," Shauna said.
"Lucky?" I frowned, pausing as I set aside a pair of ruby-soled stilettos to give her my full attention.
Of all the words in my vocabulary to describe my relationship with Massimo, lucky was the very last on the list.
"Yeah. He's never brought another woman to this house before, not since I started working for him," Shauna revealed.
My eyebrows shot up toward my hairline.
"He hasn't?" The shock in my voice was palpable.
Shauna shook her head. "No. I mean, I'm not saying he's a saint—he's a man, of course—but he doesn't think they're special enough to bring them here. Except you. I don't know how your marriage came about, but I'm already sure you're special to him."
Shauna was grinning like I was the luckiest woman on earth, and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes.
Special? I snorted inwardly. I wasn't special to Massimo. I just carried something special to him: his son.
