When Stefan emerged, clean and dressed, he found Genevieve standing by the window in the living room.
She turned to see Stefan standing there, dressed in a fresh white shirt and soft gray slacks. His hair was damp, slicked back in a way that made her want to run her fingers through it.
He winked when their eyes met. "I believe I look fresh enough to eat now."
Color rose on her face. Knowing Stefan, she had known he wouldnt let that go so easily. Now she wasn't sure whether to scowl at him or laugh. Her stomach twisted, half from hunger, half from embarrassment.
"Let's leave already," she said, a small smile on her lips.
"After breakfast, we'll go get some groceries and ingredients for dinner tonight."
She raised her brows. "What about lunch?"
He smirked. "I see you don't joke with your stomach. We'll have lunch at the couple's cabana."
Her lips parted in an impressed smile. "You seem to have our whole day planned."
