Reunited With Her Italian Billionaire. Nina Singh

house just isn’t the same without her.”

      He picked up a pen, tapped it against the desk, then dropped it. “Our separation was for the best.”

      “You can be so sure?”

      “Nonna, I don’t have time for this.”

      “You don’t have time for your grandmother? Of course not, Mr. Hot Shot Businessman. Why would you want to speak to a silly, feeble old woman?”

      That comment was downright laughable. His grandmother was about as feeble as an army general. “Nonna, that won’t work. You’re not going to guilt me into talking to you about this.”

      “Fine.” Nonna’s voice was brusque. “But I won’t let you hang up without giving you some hard-learned advice.”

      Marco sighed. Nonna had made it clear before he left that his only goal on this trip should be to bring his wife and son back. She had no idea how irreparable things had gotten between him and Brianna. This was so not the time to try and explain it to her. “Unwanted advice would be more accurate.”

      “I don’t know what went wrong between you and that lovely bride of yours. But you should do everything in your power to rectify it.” She paused, as if considering whether to add her next comment. Marco wished she hadn’t. “I saw the way you looked at each other, son. Surely there’s still affection between you two.”

      Marco did not want to get into this. And certainly not with the woman who’d raised him. He’d rather walk through hot coals. What Nonna had interpreted as affection was nothing more than a fierce physical attraction that had struck him nearly blind with wanting when he’d first met Brianna. An attraction that had resulted in a child the very first time they’d been together.

      He was trying to come up with yet another tactful way to say “none of your business” when Nonna continued. “That child, my great-grandson, I only have his best interests at heart. I care more for that boy than—”

      “Nonna.” He cut her off, and this time the warning was clear in his voice.

      She wouldn’t be intimidated. No surprise there. “You listen to me, young man.” Marco had no doubt she was shaking her finger at the phone. “That child needs to feel secure, he needs to sense that he’s completely protected. It’s so important for the stage he’s in.”

      Marco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s why I’m here, Nonna. To make sure he knows I’ll always be there for him.” And to make sure that Brianna knew that as well.

      “I mean now, Marco. Presently, when all these decisions are being made.”

      Enough was enough. “Nonna, I love you, but you really don’t need to concern yourself with this.” As in, it’s really none of your business. A concept older Italian grandmothers didn’t seem to understand.

      “Of course I do, I love that boy. You and Brianna are pulling his world apart. Do everything you can to give him any sense of comfort possible. Or the consequences...”

      Marco straightened in his chair. As much as he was trying to resist, he somehow couldn’t help taking the bait. “What do you suggest?”

      “Ay, ay, ay,” Nonna said, as if he was missing something very obvious. “Bring them home. You have given up on your wife much too easily. Why will you not fight? Until the two of you figure it all out?”