Chapter 84

Mia and Matteo were mid-laugh...... something about pineapple pizza and Matteo’s intense hatred for it.... when a soft, velvety male voice drifted from behind them.

“Honey?” Mia blinked. She froze for a second. That voice… it wasn’t Stefan’s. So who was....

Her head turned slowly like it was on a spring, and there, walking toward them with a towel draped around his toned shoulders and a sunshine-filled grin on his face, was another man.

Tanned, lean, and unmistakably affectionate, the stranger leaned over the back of Matteo’s chair, pressed a soft kiss to his temple, and murmured, “Missed you.”

Mia’s lips parted in quiet shock.

Oh. Oh.

She...