CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Trev? What on earth are you doing here?” Rosie covered the space to her son in seconds and held her arms wide open. He knelt beside her chair and they hugged, Rosie gripping Trev but his eyes never leaving Charlotte’s.
“I’ll leave you two to catch—” Charlotte began.
“I think you should stay here.” Trev gently unwrapped Rosie’s arms and stood. “Time to get a few things sorted, don’t you agree?”
Nope. Not at all. Didn’t ask for any of this.
Charlotte lifted her chin but kept her mouth shut for once.
Maybe Trev recognised how difficult it was for her to do so, because there was a shadow of a smile on his lips, then he leaned his hip against the counter and refolded his arms, turning his attention to Rosie.
“Why do you need security cameras at the house?”
“Oh. You
