“He’s been very nice to me,” I admitted. “Not everyone would have helped me the way he has.” “Not even Raffa would have helped someone the way he has helped you.” I frowned at her quip. “Are you implying he isn’t usually a nice person? Aren’t you friends?” Martina laughed that barrel laugh again. “He’s my boss, I guess you could say. And he can be . . . kind. He’s just not known for it outside his family and small circle of friends. You are the exception, it seems.”
