A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 104

"Sorry about that." A trace of amusement flickered in Elvis's eyes. "I'll drop it."

He glanced at his watch and added, "I'm a bit hungry. I imagine you haven't had dinner yet, Miss Thorne?"

"Not yet." Winona smiled. "I seem to recall I still owe Mr. Rogers two meals, but you look a little tired tonight…"

"I'm fine," Elvis replied quickly. "I still have enough energy for dinner."

"In that case, let me treat you, Mr. Rogers."

"I'd be honored."

Elvis turned and opened the car door for her.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of a charming old-world bistro. As the doors swung open, a server in vintage dress led them to a cozy window-side table.

"What would you like, Miss Thorne?"

They each took a menu. Winona's fingers hovered over the list, pausing when she saw *honey-glazed lotus root*.

Suddenly, memories came rushing back—when she was a little girl, her mother would always make her a plate of honey-glazed lotus root after dance practice, soft and sweet and fragrant.

"Take your time, honey. This whole plate is just for you."

"Mom, do you think I dance beautifully?"

"Of course you do. My Nona is the very best."

A smile slipped unconsciously onto Winona's lips. She said softly, "I'll have the honey-glazed lotus root, please."

Then she glanced up at Elvis, smiling. "Mr. Rogers, why don't you choose the rest?"

Elvis didn't stand on ceremony—he ordered several dishes.

Winona noticed every dish he picked was light and easy on the stomach, nothing spicy or harsh. He still remembered her weak stomach.

Her gaze softened.

But with Dr. Cross's injuries, it would be a while before she could help anyone.

Winona nodded. "If there's anything I can do, just say the word."

"I will," Elvis promised, smiling.

Since Elvis had brought the person back safely, Winona finally let herself relax. Her thoughts drifted to the new project she'd just taken on, and she found herself only half-listening as Elvis spoke.

"Miss Thorne." Elvis's voice was gently reproachful. "If you keep this up, I might get my feelings hurt."

"Hm?" Startled, Winona looked up at him. "Mr. Rogers, was that really you talking just now?"

It just didn't sound like something Elvis would say.

"Unless there's someone else at this table, it must have been me," Elvis replied, lowering his gaze as he sipped his tea.

Winona's fingers traced the rim of the porcelain cup. The warmth seeped into her cool skin, but did nothing to steady the sudden flutter in her chest.