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searching for mention of the Notte name.
    So much time wasted , Marguerite thought with irritation, and all because the stubborn, stupid man in Tiny’s room refused to simply tell the name of the woman who had given birth to his son.
    She shook her head in disgust. Julius Notte was an attractive man, far too attractive for his own good. In all likelihood, the truth was probably that he slept around with so many women—mortal and immortal alike—that he had trouble keeping track of the names. Which one of those had given birth to Christian was probably a mystery to him too. She’d probably dumped him on Julius’s doorstep while he was out.
    Wrinkling her nose at her own catty thoughts, Marguerite leaned over to turn off the taps, acknowledging to herself that she was obviously in a very bad mood. Hoping that a nice, relaxing bath would help improve it, she disrobed and stepped carefully into the warm, bubble-covered water, releasing a little sigh of pleasure as she sank into its soothing embrace.
    Marguerite loved bubble baths, and had never understood the attraction of showers. She liked to soak, and did so now. It gave her time to relax and think, and she had a lot to think about.
    Christian had told them at the start that Julius Notte refused to reveal who his mother was or discuss anything about her. Indeed, the whole family refused to discuss his mother, saying only that she was dead and he was better off without her.
    The few slivers of information he’d gained over the centuries were just tidbits that had slipped out over time, nothing that would tell him where to start a search, he’d told them. Until the day when he and one of his aunts were looking at a portrait of him as a child, and she had smiled and commented, “You were only a few weeks old there. Your father had it commissioned right after he returned with you from that year in England.”
    Finally having somewhere to start the search, Christian had immediately hired detectives to try to find out his mother’s identity. The problem was that any detective for such a search had to be an immortal, and all of the immortals in Europe were easily scared off by Julius Notte and the power he wielded. All it took was one phone call from the man and the detectives would back off the case.
    Until now, Marguerite thought grimly. She liked Christian and felt he deserved to know who his mother was. She also wasn’t afraid of Julius Notte or his power. She would continue the search so long as Christian wished. It would just be so much easier if Julius Notte simply told them who the woman was. It would save them all this schlepping around, going through dusty old books.
    Marguerite grimaced. So far, she was very disappointed in her new job. She found this research business boring and was definitely considering seeking out a different career after this case was done.
    Lifting her leg out of the bathwater, Marguerite ranthe soapy washcloth over it and then set it back and lifted the other to do the same as her thoughts turned to Julius Notte.
    Marguerite had no idea why the immortal was so set against his son knowing who his mother was. Were she to guess, she’d say Christian’s mother had probably hurt him terribly. Or, since the family kept telling Christian she was dead, perhaps her death was what had hurt him. The loss of a lifemate was a crushing blow to an immortal, she’d been told. She couldn’t say how crushing, she’d never had a lifemate, but she did know it took some immortals centuries to recover from the loss…if they recovered at all.
    Still, while Marguerite could understand that this may be the reason he refused to discuss the woman, Christian had a right to know his mother’s identity.
    Marguerite let her second leg slide back into the water and lay back in the tub to run the washcloth over her arms. When she then slid it over her breasts, she found her hand slowing as she recalled the brief, odd reaction she’d had to Julius Notte when she’d