Stefan seemed to give her question a lot of thought, making show of hemming and hawing as they went through the lobby. He opened the door outside for them, gesturing to the parked town car and the driver holding the passenger door open as well. He told her he was a gentleman. No door unopened as long as he was around. “I can’t imagine I could keep it a secret for very long. It’s not too far from here.” At least he didn’t think so. “I hope you have an appetite for Italian.” It was a hint, but more for his sake than hers. If she guessed right, then hopefully she could give him a clue as to her opinion of it. If she wrinkled her nose even a bit, he could tell the driver to take them somewhere else.