Page 15 of Own Me

I realize both Cesare and his grandmother have heard me choke back a laugh, and I quickly shake my head. "Just, um, something stuck in my throat." My life right now may be in shambles, but I'm still far from suicidal, sothanks, but no thanks,I have absolutely no plans on sharing my thoughts about their dietary choices.

Theirfamiglia,their rules.

Agnes and two other maids come back to take away our soup bowls, and the other starters that follow include three-cheese cigar rolls (non-dairy, of course) and edamame tartelettes. The real star of the night is, of course, the main entrée, and it's only when I'm halfway done with my cauliflower truffle risotto that I hearCesarebite my name out while talking to his grandmother in Italian.

"Are you guys talking about me?" I ask suspiciously.

"Sì," the two Marchettis confirm at the same time, and without any hesitation at all.

Err...ouch?

Should I feel offended because they're being rude...or alarmed since theyaremy kidnappers, and it's quite possible they're planning something nefarious?

I know I should feel concerned at the very least, but it's hard to make myself care when I'm enjoying the best meal I've had in ages, and...oooh,dessert's here, and it smells decadently divine.

Just one bite of my seven-layer chocolate cake tastes like sin, and I make up my mind then and there: I'm just going to focus on filling my stomach, since Iamstill their prisoner, and I need to have enough energy for whatever my next ordeal will be.

Supper comes to a satisfying end with a palate-cleansing coconut sherbet, and it's only when I hear Cesare murmur my name that I'm aghast to realize I've nodded off while waiting for coffee to be served.

Oops?

"Congratulations,tesoro," Cesare drawls. "I think it's safe to say you're the first person in the world to have had food coma while being kidnapped."

I think so, too, actually, but no way am I going to admit it, you know?

"I...I...was justtired—-" It's the lamest excuse, but I end up stunned when the gleam of amusement in his gaze abruptly vanishes. He bought that?Really?

"I askedNonnaif I may speak to you in private," Cesare says tautly.

The atmosphere in the room instantly changes, and I start feeling nervous when I realize the sudden tension between us hasn't anything to do with my food coma. "Is it that bad?"

"Sì, tesoro.It is that bad."

Shit.

Is this about something I did? Is it something that could get me killed? Is it—-

"Perdonami."

—-something that would make him say 'fuck me'?

"I'm saying...I'm sorry."

But I heard him wrong obviously, and I'mrelievedto be wrong.Honest.

"Because unlike you, I've always known about our betrothal."

He says the words like he's grimly confessing his crimes to a judge, and my confusion only grows, since I just can't see where this conversation is leading to.

"But unlike your grandmother or mine, I never tried to look for you. I even convinced myself it was for the better—-and for that you paid the price of my selfishness."

The self-contempt harshly underscoring his tone is unmistakable, but—-

"I still don't get it?" I say weakly. "Are you blaming me—-"

"Certo che no!"

I don't get that either, but the exasperation in his tone is clear enough, so I'm guessing he's sayingno?

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