CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ivy's POV

"Smells good in here." Alessio's voice startles me, low and rough, from the kitchen doorway.I nearly drop the spatula, glancing over my shoulder. "You're... home early."

"Meeting got canceled." He leans against the frame, arms crossed, watching me stir the sauce. "What's this?"

"Pasta. Figured you might be hungry." I keep my eyes on the pot, heart thumping. Why does he make me so nervous?

"You cooked for me?" His tone's curious, not mocking for once. I shrug, trying ...