Page 36 of Vows of Loyalty

His words made me laugh as I chewed.Because he was really lying, now.

Wow.

“Yes, my homemade pasta is okay.But it's nothing compared to this.”I pointed at the plate in his hands.“And everything I cooked or baked came from a dollar store or a food bank.”I rolled my eyes and continued.“Not exactly the quality products Eve has to work with.”

Stefan ate another forkful and swallowed.“Exactly.And look what you did with it.”

He twirled more spaghetti and held it up for me.“I can't wait to see what you make me when we get home.With all the fresh ingredients.”He smiled and shook his head.“You're going to love it there.”

Home?

What was he talking about?

“I thought you lived an hour away from Carlo and Giselle?Did we really need to take an airplane there?”

Stefan sat back and laughed.As in—he laughed so hard he was in danger of spilling his plate.

“What's so funny?”I asked, reaching out to help steady the plate in his hand.

His eyes locked onto mine.“You are.We aren't flying to my place in Chicago, Chesca.”His eyes flashed with nothing short of joy.

At what—I didn't know.

“Where are we going, then?”I asked, feeling more confused than ever.

“We're flying home.”He offered me another swirled forkful of spaghetti.“To Italy.”