“Glad you see it that way.”
“Do people not?”
“Not generally. It’s not really prevalent here, but over in Europe, Romani aren’t seen very favorably. A lot of them are thought of as liars and thieves.” He put on a suave smile. “And criminals,” he added. “Though I’d like to think my sordid history is a little more complicated than your run of the mill racism.”
“Was your mother Roma?” Moments after she asked it, Penny’s eyes widened, and she tried backpedaling. “Erm. I mean. I’m only assuming that…I uh…”
“Hank told you, didn’t he?”
“Huh? Told me what?”
“Penny.”
Penny flinched and laid her face in the bed sheets. “Sorry,” came her muffled voice. “He did.”
Angelo propped his chin in his palm, tracing the contours of her back with his fingertips. “That’s all right. It’s not really a secre
