[Gabrielle’s POV]
When I return to Trent’s home in the evening, I’m exhausted and only want to sleep, but the minute a delicious scent hits my nose, my stomach grumbles and steers me toward the kitchen, where Trent stands plating up what looks like chicken and green beans.
“Hungry?” He calls over his shoulder, sensing me. “Come have a seat.”
Nodding, I do as instructed, plopping down at a table and waiting until he places a plate in front of me. Immediately, my mouth begins to water, and I’m digging in before he can even take his place across from me. But when a soft chuckle escapes him, I stop and lift my gaze to find him watching me.
“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Was just enjoying the show.” He responds, grabbing a bott
