Mia wanted to scream. “He broke in to my bedroom. We don’t know who he really is. The last time I saw him, he was dead, and you want to invite him to breakfast?”
Grammy M slipped her arm through Diego’s…or Rafael’s…and walked him to the door. “So, how will you be taking your coffee?”
Mia watched them go, then dropped the poker to the floor. “Somebody shoot me now. I know matchmaking is a time-honored Marcelli tradition, but could we please first find out the man in question isn’t an ax murderer?”
Grandma Tessa handed her the passport. “You’re the one who’d know that. Is he who he says he is?”
Mia stared at the picture. So much the same and yet so much different, she thought. Was it possible Diego hadn’t died that night? That he was really the Crown Prince of Calandria?
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t know anything.”
Grandma Tessa moved to the door. “He was supposed to have been killed five years ago?”
Mia nodded.
“So he’s Danny’s father.”
She nodded again.
“Then this is going to be interesting.”
Twenty minutes later Mia walked into the kitchen. She’d showered and dressed in record time. She would have been down sooner, but she’d debated both putting on makeup and blow-drying her hair. On a normal summer morning she wouldn’t have bothered with either, but this was hardly normal. Besides, if Rafael was really who he said he was, a little mascara and lip gloss were probably a good thing.
She found the man who claimed to be Diego sitting at the kitchen table, being force-fed coffee and toast. Judging from the yummy smell coming from both ovens, fresh scones and cinnamon rolls were already on the way.
“Morning,” she said as she approached the table.
Rafael immediately stood and smiled. “Mia.”
He sounded so pleased to see her, as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever. But he couldn’t have been. They’d been apart for years, and he hadn’t once gotten in touch with her. She had a feeling she was only a simple Google away from being found, so why hadn’t he looked before? And why was he here now?