Trevor’s POV
The tantalisingly cheesy smell of Martha's pulled pork mac and cheese was enough to make my mouth water.
“Will Miss Freya be joining us?” Martha asked me as she placed two steaming plates in front of Mia and Sophie.
“I'm not sure. It depends on how she feels,” I replied. I really hoped she would. I felt so stupid about earlier. That moment, before Mia had burst in, had felt deeply intimate, and my heart pounded at the thought of what could have been said.
My phone buzzed on the table.
“No phones at the table!” Sophie chastised.
“Normally I wouldn't, but it's in case Freya needs me. Anyway, who's in charge here?” I replied jokily.
She rolled her eyes. “You are.” She sighed.
I picked up the phone, it was a message from Freya.
What's for dinner? I'm bored lol. Could yo
