Stefan's POV
I hung up the phone and sighed heavily as Alexis walked into the office with a tray of what smelled like very much needed black coffee and some baked pastry.
"How are Luca and Eliza doing?" she asks as she placed the larger of the two mugs in front of me and then slid a small plate with freshly baked scones next to it. I narrowed my eyes at the plate and then looked up at my sister.
"And before you ask, no, I didn't make those. The house would be on fire by now if I did. Jake's wife dropped those off before she offered to take the kids to the garden for a bit."
A soft chuckle rumbled in my chest as I reached for the coffee mug and took a generous gulp. I hissed as the hot liquid burned my tongue and throat, but the relief that followed as the caffeine seeped into my system
